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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 


REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 


BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 


THE   LIBRARY  OF 


PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


Sectloa  S&58 


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Songs  f®*±\. 

^JUN  7  1935 

Supplement  to  the  Hymn-book 


ftjcthobist  (tgiscopl  Church,  .South. 


Sing  praises  to  God,  sing  praises.— Ps.  xlvii.  6. 
There  are  no  songs  comparable  to  the  songs  of  Zion. 

— Miltos. 


Revised  and    Enlarged   Edition. 


COMPILED  BY  THOS.  O.  SUMMERS,  D.D. 


Nashville,  Tzx>".  : 
PUBLISHED  BY  A.  H.  BEDFORD,  Agent, 

FOE    THE    M.    E.    CHURCH.    SOUTH. 

1874. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year 
1873,  by 

A.  H.  REDFORD,  Agent, 


in  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Wash- 
ington. 


PREFACE. 


In  compiling  the  Hymn-book  of  the  Methodist 
Episcopal  Churc^i,  South,  a  number  of  hymns  were 
excluded  which  would  have  been  admitted,  had 
there  been  room.  Many  of  these  are  admirable 
productions,  and  are  well  adapted  to  do  good  serv- 
ice for  the  Church.  Having  been  repeatedly  re- 
quested to  compile  a  volume  of  such  pious  'effu- 
sions, we  have,  with  no  small  labor,  prepared  such 
a  collection.  It  is  hoped  it  may  not  be  considered 
unworthy  of  the  rank  assigned  it,  as  a  Supplement 
to  our  Connectional  Hymn-book,  which  has  been 
pronounced,  by  competent  judges,  superior  to  any 
compilation  extant.  As  that  work  has  a  sufficient 
fullness  and  variety,  especially  for  all  occasions  of 
public  worship,  it  must  not  be  superseded  by  the 
present  volume,  which  is  assigned  a  subordinate 
rank.  Of  course,  none  of  the  hymns  of  the  former 
volume  are  to  be  found  in  this.. 

Some  of  the  hymns  are  original,  and  others  have 
never  been  published  in  this  country.  A  _. 
variety  of  meters  will  be  found  in  this  book,  per- 
haps, than  in  an}"  other — the  pieces  in  many  cases 
being  adapted  to  beautiful  and  popular  tunes.  A 
book  containing  music  proper  for  all  the  hymns  in 
both  collections  is  to  be  issued  as  soon  as  conven- 
ient. Considerable  pains  have  been  taken  to  as- 
certain the  authors  of  the  hymns;  and  their  pro- 
ductions are  presented  in  the  form  in  which  they 
were  composed,  except  where  pregnant  reasons 
demanded  an  alteration.     Great  attention  has  been 

Eaid  to  the  arrangement  of  the  hymns,  which  it  is 
oped  will  prove"  satisfactory.  As  many  of  them 
could  not  be  conveniently  arranged  in  specific  de- 
partments, they  have  been  placed  in  a  distinct  sec- 
tion; and  to  increase  the  facility  of  finding  them, 
they  are  there  placed  in  alphabetical  order."  In  the 
"Miscellany"  will  be  found,  also,  a  number  of 
pieces  which  some  will  consider  unworthy  the  room 
they  occupy:  we  are  not  responsible  forthem,  ex- 
cept as  we  have  yielded  to  the  urgent  requests  of 
many  excellent  friends  who  have  desired  their  in- 
sertion— principally,  perhaps,  because  of  the  tunes 

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4  PREFACE. 

with  which  the3*  are  associated.  Some  of  these  we 
have  abridged — some  we  have  corrected;  but  the 
great  mass  of  those  doggerel  songs,  which  degrade 
the  taste  without  improving  the  piety  of  the  relig- 
ious community,  are  excluded  from  this  collection. 

We  trust  the  work  will  not  prove  "  unsatisfac- 
tory "  to  those  for  whom  it  has  been  prepared,  not- 
withstanding the  verdict  of  Dr.  Johnson  in  regard 
to  "devotional  poetry."  It  seems  strange  to  say 
of  this  species  of  literature  that  "  the  paucity  of 
its  topics  enforces  perpetual  repetition."  Is  not 
the  entire  universe  of  nature,  providence,  and 
grace  spread  out  to  the  adventurous  flight  of  the 
sacred  muse?  It  is  stranger  still  to  say  thai  "the 
sanctity  of  the  matter  rejects  the  ornaments  of 
figurative  diction."  Are  not  the  loftiest  ideas  of 
truth  and  holiness  invested  with  the  most  gorgeous 
drapery  in  the  "devotional  poetry"  of  the  Bible? 
Happily,  however,  it  is  not  necessary  to  apologize 
for  those  who  have  consecrated  their  poetical  "tal- 
ents to  the  worship  of  God  and  the  edification  of 
the  Church,  as  the  dogmatism  of  the  Leviathan  of 
English  literature  on'this  subject  is  less  likely  to 
elicit  admiration  for  its  philosophy  than  wonder  at 
its  absurdity. 

The  publication  of  this  volume  may  contravene, 
to  some  extent,  the  circulation  of  those  collections 
which  seem  to  have  been  compiled  on  the  principle 
that  neither  poetry  nor  common  sense  is  an  essen- 
tial element  in  a  spiritual  song.  Should  this  result 
follow,  it  need  not  be  deplored  as  a  misfortune,  es- 
pecially as  such  works  are  for  the  most  part  issued 
for  private  gain — a  consideration  which  we  need 
not  say  has  no  place  in  the  present  undertaking. 
And  we  may  be  allowed  to  add  that  whatever  esti- 
mate we  may  place  upon  the  good  opinion  of  those 
who  are  capable  of  deciding'on  the  merits  of  the 
work,  it  is  a  matter  of  small  moment  compared 
with  our  desire  to  promote  the  welfare  of  man  and 
the  glory  of  God,  by  the  potent  and  pleasing  instru- 
mentality of  the  Songs  of  Zion.  We  wish  they 
were  used  with  greater  frequency  and  fervor,  not 
only  in  the  great  congregation,  but  also  in  social 
meetings,  and  in  the  domestic  circle;  and  the 
rather, "as  this  rational  and  delightful  exercise  is  to 
be  a  leading  part  of  our  employment  throughout 
eternity. 

The  Compiler. 

Charleston,  S.  C,  May,  1851. 


PREFACE  TO  THE  REVISED  AND  ENLARGED 
EDITION. 

This  collection  of  hymns  has  been  in  use  for 
twenty-two  years.  Yielding  to  the  wishes  of  the 
lovers  of  sacred  song  in  our  Connection,  we  have 
added  a  number  of  beautiful  pieces,  some  of  which 
have  been  written  since  the  earlier  editions  of  this 
work  were  issued.  Great  attention  has  been  paid 
to  the  names  of  authors,  which  will  be  found  in  the 
Index  of  the  present  edition.  We  hope  the  work 
in  its  improved  form  will  meet  with  the  approval 
of  the  Church,  and  be  productive  of  much  good. 

The  CoMrii.EE. 
Nci&hville,  Tenn.,  Jlai,  1873. 

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CONTENTS. 


Page 
Sec.  I. — Redemption 7 

II. — Invitations  and  Warnings 35 

III. — Penitence  and  Prayer 60 

IV. — Thanksgivings  and  Praise 88 

V. — Graces  and  Virtues 116 

VI. — Temptations  and  Trials 156 

VII. — Declensions  and  Revivals 181 

VIII.— Missions 195 

IX.— Death  and  Eternity 207 

X.— Family  and  Closet 251 

XI. — Valedictions  and  Doxologies 270 

XII.— Miscellany 274 


HYMNS- 


SECTION  I. 

BEDEMPTION. 

1  L.  M. 

God  so  loved  the  world — 
T^ATHER,  whose  everlasting  love 
-■-    Thy  only  Son  for  sinners  gave  ; 
"Whose  grace  to  all  did  freely  move, 
And  sent  him  down  the  world  to  save; 

2  Help  us  thy  mercy  to  extol, 
Immense,  unfathom'd,  nnconfined ; 

To  praise  the  Lamb  who  died  for  all, 
The  general  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  undistinguishing  regard 
Was  cast  on  Adam's  fallen  race : 

For  all  thou  hast  in  Christ  prepared 
Sufficient,  sovereign,  saving  grace. 

4  The  world  he  suffer'd  to  redeem  : 
For  ail  he  hath  th'  atonement  made : 

For  those  that  will  not  come  to  him, 
The  ransom  of  his  life  was  paid. 

5  Why  then,  thou  universal  Love, 
Should  any  of  thy  grace  despair  ? 

To  all,  to  all  thy  bowels  move  ; 
But  straiten'd  in  our  own  we  are. 

6  Arise,  0  God !  maintain  thy  cause ! 
The  fulness  of  the  Gentiles  call : 

Lift  up  the  standard  of  the  cross, 
And  all  shall  own  thou  diedst  for  alL 

7 


O  REDEMPTION. 

9  C.  M. 

~  Christ s  commission. 

Z^IOME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
^  With  new  melodious  songs : 
Come,  render  to  Almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 
That  pitied  dying  men, 

The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 
With  a  revenging  rod, 

No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 
And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 

When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 
And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry : 

Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offend  grace : 

We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 

3L.  M. 
John  i.  1,2,3,  14. 
T^RE  the  blue  heavens  were  stretch'd  abroad 
-*-^  From  everlasting  was  the  Word : 
With  God  he  was :   the  Word  was  God, 

And  must  divinely  be  adored. 
2  By  his  own  power  were  all  things  made : 
By  him  supported  all  things  stand : 


REDEMPTION.  V 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  Head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

o  But,  lo!  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms: 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 

That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dress' d  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

4  Mortals  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son: 

How  full  of  truth  !   how  full  of  grace  ! 

"When  through  his  flesh  the  Godhead  shcne. 

5  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 

The  love  of  our  descending  God. 

The  glories  of  Immanuel. 
4  L.  M. 

^  Nativity  of  Christ. 

"ty  HEX  Jordan  hush'd  his  waters  still, 
"  "     And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, — 
When    Bethleh'm's    shepherds    through    the 

night 
Watch'd  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  night, — 

2  Hark !   from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole. 

Wild  murm'ring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  Then  swift  to  every  startled  eye 
New  streams  of  glory  light  the  sky ; 
Heaven  bursts  her  azure  gates  to  pour 
Her  spirits  on  the  midnight  hour. 

4  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 

High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rang, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and  sang. 

5  0  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye. 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh, 


10  REDEMPTION. 

The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 

The  Prince  of  Salem  conies  to  reign. 

6  See,  Mercy  from  her  golden  urn 
Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn . 
Behold !   she  binds  with  tender  care 

The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

7  He  comes,  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart, 
Bids  Satan  and  his  hosts  depart : 

Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom. 

8  0  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye, 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh, 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again, 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

The  new-born  King. 

A  NGELS  !  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
■"■  Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth : 

Come  and  worship — 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds !  in  the  field  abiding, 
Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 

God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  light. 

3  Sages  !  leave  your  contemplations ; 
Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 

Seek  the  Great  Desire  of  nations  ; 
Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star. 

4  Saints !  before  the  altar  bending, 
Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 

Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear. 


REDEMPTION.  11 

5  Siuners  !   wrung  with  true  repentance, 
Doom'd  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 

Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains. 


6 


IIS.     [Measure  of  the  original.] 

Adeste,  fideles. 


TTITHER,  ye  faithful,  adoring,  triumphant, 
-*•-*-  Come,  come,  and  your  off 'ring  to  Beth- 
lehem bring : 
Lo  !   He  is  born  who  is  monarch  of  angels  : 
0  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

2  He  is  the  God  of  God,  Light  of  Light,  own 

him, 
Though  he  from  the  womb  of  the  Virgin 

doth  spring ; 
He  is  the  true  God,  not  made  but  begotten : 
0  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

3  Xow  the  glad  chorus  of  angels  is  singing, 
0  how  the  great  palace  celestial  doth  ring  ! 

Let  there  be  glory  to  God  in  the  highest : 
0  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King. 

4  Jesus,  because  of  thy  birth  we  extol  thee, 
This  day  shall  thy  people  their  offerings 

bring  : 
Word  of  the  Father,  eternal,  incarnate  : 
0  come,  let  us  worship  the  sovereign  King, 


7 


11,  10,  11,  10. 

Adeste,  fideles. 


TTITHER,  ye  faithful,  haste  with  songs  of 
-*"■-         triumph, 

To  Bethleh'm  go,  the  Lord  of  life  to  meet : 
To  you  this  day  is  born  a  Prince  and  Saviour : 

0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 


12  REDEMPTION. 

2  0  Jesus,  for  such  wondrous  condescension, 
Our  praise  and  rev'rence  are  an  offering 
meet  : 
Now  is    the  Word    made    flesh,   and   dwells 
among  us : 
0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 

8  Shout  his  almighty  name,  ye  choirs  of 
angels, 

Let  the  celestial  courts  his  praise  repeat : 
Unto  our  God  be  glory  in  the  highest  : 

0  come,  and  let  us  worship  at  his  feet. 


8 


8,  7,  8,  7. 
The  incarnation. 


|_|  ARE  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
■*-*"  Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies ! 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host^rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 
"Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: 

Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found: 

Souls  redeem' d  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed, 
Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing: 

0 !  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him, 
Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy; 

Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 


REDEMPTION.  13 

6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 
Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  : 

Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 


9 


C.  M. 
Isa.  ix.  2 — 7. 


rTHE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 
-*-    Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn. 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rising.  Sun  of  life  ! 
The  gathering  nations  come, 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  For  thou  our  burden  hast  removed ; 
Th'  oppressor's  reign  is  broke  : 

Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

4  To  us  the  promised  child  is  born  ; 
To  us  the  Son  is  given : 

Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
For  ever  more  adored — 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 

The  mighty  God  and  Lord. 
G  His  power,  increasing  still,  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know  : 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 

And  peace  abound  below. 

1  o  L-  "■ 

-1-  v  Transfiguration  of  Christ. 

C\^  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 
"   His  alter'd  face  resplendent  shines; 


14  REDEMPTION. 

And,  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 

Lo  !   glory  marks  its  gentle  lines. 
2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 

Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below ; 
But,  while  they  worship  at  his  feet, 

They  talk  of  fast-approaching  wo. 
o  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And,  with  submission  all  serene, 

He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 
Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine ; 

And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  0  that,  on  yonder  heavenly  hills, 
Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 

And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils, 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands ! 

1 1  c  M 

-1-  -1-  Jesus  hasting  to  suffer. 

rPHE  Saviour !  what  a  noble  flame 
■*■    Wa's  kindled  in  his  breast, 
When,  hasting  to  Jerusalem, 
He  march'd  before  the  rest ! 

2  Good-will  to  men  and  zeal  for  God 
His  every  thought  engross : 

He  longs  to  be  baptized  with  blood  ! 
He  pants  to  reach  the  cross ! 

3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 
And  woes  to  us  unknown, 

Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew — 
'Twas  love  that  urged  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can ! 
Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad 

Salvation  to  the  dying  Man, 
And  to  the  rising  God  I 


REDEMPTION.  15 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 

And  hasten  to  the  skies. 
-■  o  Six  7s. 

J-^  Gethsemane. 

AT  ANT  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
^'-*-  Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient  and  to  pains  inured ! 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustain'd  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 

2  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt : 
This,  through  grace,  can  be  believed ! 

But  the  torments  which  he  felt 
Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived: 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane ! 

3  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 
All  my  sins  against  his  laws — 

All  my  sins  against  his  blood — 

All  my  sins  against  his  cause : — 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea ! 
Hide  me,  0  Gethsemane ! 

4  Here's  my  claim,  and  here  alone 
None  a  Saviour  more  can  need : 

Deeds  of  righteousness  I've  none, 

Not  a  work  that  I  can  plead : 
Not  a  glimpse  of  hope  for  me, 
Only  in  Gethsemane ! 
I  O  .8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8. 

-*-  &  Christ's  agony. 

TTE  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed, 
■*-*-  When  but  his  Father's  eye 
Look'd  through  the  lonely  garden's  shade 

On  that  dread  agony : 


16  REDEMPTION. 

The  Lord  of  all  above,  beneath, 
Was  bow'd  with  sorrow  unto  death. 

2  The  sun  set  in  a  fearful  hour, 
The  skies  might  well  grow  dim, 

When  this  mortality  had  power 

So  to  o'ershadow  Him  '. 
That  He  who  gave  man's  breath  might  knoif 
The  very  depths  of  human  wo. 

3  He  proved  them  all:  the  doubt,  the  strife, 
The  faint,  perplexing  dread, 

The  mists  that  hang  o'er  parting  life, 

All  darken' d  round  his  head  : 
And  the  Deliverer  knelt  to  pray  : 
Yet  pass'd  it  not,  that  cup,  away. 

4  It  pass'd  not,  though  the  stormy  wave 
Had  sunk  beneath  his  tread : 

It  pass'd  not.  though  to  Him  the  grave 

Had  yielded  up  its  dead. 
But  there  was  sent  Him,  from  on  high, 
A  gift  of  strength  for  man  to  die. 

5  And  was  his  mortal  hour  beset 
With  anguish  and  dismay  ? 

How  may  we  meet  our  conflict  yet 

In  the  dark,  narrow  way  ? 
How,  but  through  Him.  that  path  who  trod  ? 
Save,  or  we  perish,  Son  of  God  ! 


14 


L.  M. 
The  crucifixion. 


STRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies; 
Hark  !   his  expiring  groans*  arise  : 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 
2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound ; 


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The  vital  stream — how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes' ! 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, — 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love,  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  blessed  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart! 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 

In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

-|  pr  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

-*-  **  It  is  finished. 

TTARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
-*•-*-  Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ! 
See.  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ! 
It  is  finish'd! — 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry  ! 

2  It  is  finished! — 0  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finish' d  ! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd  all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law  ! 

Finish'd  all  that  God  had  promised : 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

It  is  finish'd  ! — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme : 

All  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name. 

Hallelujah! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lam:  ! 


18  REDEMPTION. 

lfi  CM. 

j_  \j  fne  offering  and  the  priest. 

rpHE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
-*-    The  types  are  all  withdrawn ; 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

2  No  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 
Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain : 

Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 
His  mitre  and  his  vest, 

When  God  himself  comes  down  to  be 
The  off 'ring  and  the  priest. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flesh,  to  show 
The  wonders  of  his  love : 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  "  Father,"  (he  cries,)  "  forgive  their  sins, 
"  For  I  myself  have  died  ;" 

And  then  he  shows  his  open  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 

1  h  O.  M. 

-L  •  The  atonement. 

TN  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God 

-*-  By  methods  of  our  own : 
Jesus,  there's  nothing  but  thy  blood 
Can  bring  us  near  the  throne. 

2  The  threat'nings  of  thy  broken  law 
Impress  our  souls  with  dread : 

If  God  his  sword  of  vengeance  draw, 
It  strikes  our  spirits  dead. 

3  But  thine  illustrious  sacrifice 
Hath  answered  these  demands, 


REDEMPTION.  19 

And  peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies 
Come  down  by  Jesus'  hands. 

4  Here  all  the  ancient  types  agree, — 
The  altar  and  the  lamb  ; 

And  prophets  in  their  visions  see 
Salvation  through  his  name. 

5  'Tis  by  thy  death  we  live,  0  Lord: 
?Tis  on  thy  cross  we  rest: 

For  ever  be  thy  love  adored, 
Thy  name  for  ever  blest. 


18 


C.  M. 

Salvation  promised  and  accomplished. 


TTEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 
-*-*  And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 
The  mighty  works  or  mightier  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 
And  sound  his  power  abroad  : 

Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  -salvation  from  the  Lord, 
For  wretched,  dying  men:r; 

His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
"With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass, 
The  mighty  promise  shines  : 

Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  rase 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong 
As  that  which  built  the  skies : 

The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  arong 
Speaks  all  the  promises 


20  REDEMPTION. 

6  0  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 
But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine!" 

Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

"I  (\  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 

■*■  &  The  Fountain  of  life. 

TTAIL,  everlasting  Spring ! 

-*--*-  Celestial  Fountain,  hail ! 

Thy  streams  salvation  bring, 
The  waters  never  fail : 
Still  they  endure,  And  still  they  flow, 
For  all  our  wo  A  sovereign  cure. 

2  Blest  be  his  wounded  side, 
And  blest  his  bleeding  heart, 

Who  all  in  anguish  died, 
Such  favours  to  impart : 
His  sacred  blood  Shall  make  us  clean 
From  every  sin — And  fit  for  God. 

3  To  that  dear  source  of  love 
Our  souls  this  day  would  come ; 

And  thither  from  above, 

Lord,  call  the  nations  home  ; 
That  Jew  and  Greek,  With  rapt'rous  songs, 
On  all  their  tongues,  Thy  praise  may  speak. 

20  c- M 

^v  The  dying  Saviour. 

rpHE  Saviour !  0  what  endless  charms 
-*-    Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 
2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 

And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 


REDEMPTION.  21 

3  0  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  ine  call  thee  mine ! 

1  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ! 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

OT  6,6,6,6,7,7. 

**  -*-  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

T^kOWX  from  the  willow  bough 
-*-^    My  slumbering  harp  I'll  take, 
And  bid  its  silent  strings 

To  heavenly  themes  awake. 
Peaceful  let  its  breathings  be, 
Soft  and  soothing  harmony. 

2  Love,  love  divine,  I  sing : 
0  for  a  seraph's  lyre, 

Bathed  in  Siloa's  stream, 

And  touch'd  with  living  fire : 
Lofty,  pure  the  strain  should  be, 
"When  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

3  Love,  love  on  earth  appears : 
The  wretched  throng  his  way  : 

He  beareth  all  their  griefs, 

And  wipes  their  tears  away : 
Soft  and  sweet  the  strain  should  be, 
Saviour,  when  I  sing  of  thee. 

4  He  saw  me  as  he  pass'd, 
In  hopeless  sorrow  lie, 

Condemned  and  doom'd  to  death, 

And  no  salvation  nigh. 
Loud  and  long  the  strain  should  be, 
When  I  sing  his  love  to  me. 


22  REDEMPTION. 

5  "  I  die  for  thee,"  he  said : 
Behold  the  cross  arise ! 

And  lo  !  he  bows  his  head, 

He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 
Soft,  my  harp,  thy  breathings  be: 
Let  me  weep  on  Calvary. 

6  He  lives  !   again  he  lives  ! 
I  hear  the  voice  of  Love : 

He  comes  to  soothe  my  fears, 

And  draw  my  soul  above. 
Joyful  now  the  strain  shall  be, 
When  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

99  8,6,8,6,8,8. 

^^  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

TTOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
-*-*-  That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 
Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 

And  veil'd  in  midnight  gloom  ! 
0  weep  no  more  the  Saviour  slain : 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

2  Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 
For  your  departed  Lord. 

"  Behold  the  place  ! — He  is  not  here," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarr'd : 
The  gates  of  death  were  closed  in  vain: 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

3  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  ! 
'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 

A  risen  Lord  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears  : 
0  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain : 
The  Lord  is  risen — He  lives  again. 

4  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 


REDEMPTION.  23 

[f  Jesus  shines  apon  the  bohI, 

He  w  blissful  then  to  die  ! 
Since  he  has  risen  who  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

90  78. 

mm  *-*  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

T  0  !   the  stone  is  roll'd  away  : 
-*-*  Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey  : 
Jesus,  rising  from  the  tomb. 
Scatters  all  its  fearful  gloom. 

2  Praise  him.  ye  celestial  choirs. 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  I 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs. 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

3  Every  note  with  rapture  swell. 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell: 
Where,  0  death  !   is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where. thy  terrors,  vanquished  king? 

4  Let  Immanuel  be  adored, 
Ransom.  Mediator.  Lord ! 
To  creation's  utmost  bound 
Let  th'  eternal  praise  resound. 

9  ,  C.  M. 

~^E  Resurrection  or  Christ. 

\  GAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
-^  Awakes  the  kindling  ray. 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  0  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapp'd 
The  heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 

0  what  a  Sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  Not  long  the  toils  of  hell  could  keep 
The  hope  of  Judah's  line  : 


24  REDEMPTION. 

Corruption  never  could  take  hold 
On  aught  so  much  divine. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot-wheels 
Ascend  the  lofty  skies  ; 

While  broke,  beneath  his  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  To  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Glad  homage  let  me  give ; 

And  stand  prepared  like  thee  to  die, 
With  thee  that  I  may  live. 


25 


6s. 
Resurrection  of  Christ. 

O IXG  praise  :   the  tomb  is  void 
^   Where  the  Redeemer  lay ! 
Sing  of  our  bonds  destroy'd, 
Our  darkness  turn'd  to  day ! 

2  Weep  for  your  dead  no  more  : 
Friends,  be  of  joyful  cheer  ! 

Our  Star  moves  on  before, 

Our  narrow  path  shines  clear. 

3  He  who  so  patiently 

The  crown  of  thorns  did  wear — 
He  hath  gone  up  on  high : 
Our  hope  is  with  him  there. 

4  Now  is  his  truth  reveal'd, 
His  majesty  and  might : 

The  grave  has  been  unseal' d — 
Christ  is  our  life  and  light. 

5  He  who  for  men  did  weep, 
Suffer,  and  bleed,  and  die — 

First-fruits  of  them  that  sleep — 
Christ  has  gone  up  on  high. 


REDEMPTION.  25 

6  His  victory  hath  destroy'd 

The  shafts  that  once  could  slay : 

Sing  praise  !   the  tomb  is  void 
Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2fi  L' M 

^^J  Intercession  of  Christ. 

TTE  lives  !   the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
-*-•*-  What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives! 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
He  pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  arnrd  with  frowns  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts ! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart — 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 

o-  7,6,7,6,7,8,7,6. 

~*  *  Intercession  of  Christ. 

/^OMIXG  through  our  great  High-Priest, 
^  We  find  a  pardoning  God : 
Jesus'  Spirit  in  our  breast 

Bears  witness  with  his  blood — 
Speaks  our  Father  pacified 

Tow'rd  every  soul  that  Christ  receives, — 


26  REDEMPTION. 

Teils  us,  once  our  Surety  died, 
And  now  for  ever  lives. 

2  Christ  for  ever  lives  to  pray 
For  all  that  trust  in  him*-. 

1  my  soul  on  Jesus  stay, 

Almighty  to  redeem  : 
He  shall  purify  my  heart, 

Who  in  his  blood  forgiveness  have, 
All  his  hallowing  power  exert, 

And  to  the  utmost  save. 

8  Basis  of  our  steadfast  hope, 

Saviour,  thy  ceaseless  prayer 
Sanctifies  and  lifts  us  up 

To  meet  thee  in  the  air : 
Yes,  thine  interceding  grace 

Preserves  us  every  moment  thine, 
Till  we  rise  to  see  thy  face, 

And  share  the  throne  divine. 

*^Q    Christ  ascending  and  reigning. — Ps.  xlvii. 
f\  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
^  To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high : 
His  heavenly  guards  around 

Attend  him,  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  Kingj 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing : 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song, 


REDEMPTION.  27 

Nor  mock  him  -with  a  solemn  sound 

Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 
o  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  loved  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 
6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  God  is  known  : 
While  powers  and  princes,  shields  and  swords, 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

^*  *J         Angete  miniaturing  to  Christ. 

"DEYOXD  the  glittering,  starry  sky, 
■*-*  Which  God's  right  hand  sustains, 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  reigns. 

2  The  hosts  of  angels,  strong  and  fair, 
In  countless  armies  shine  : 

At  his  right  hand,  with  golden  harps, 
They  offer  songs  divine. 

3  And  when  he  stoop'd  on  earth  to  dwell, 
And  suffer  rude  disdain, 

They  cast  their  honours  at  his  feet, 
And  waited  in  his  train. 

4  In  all  his  toils  and  conflicts  here 
Their  Sovereign  they  attend, 

And  pause,  'and  wonder  how,  at  last, 
This  scene  of  love  will  end. 

5  When  all  the  powers  of  hell  combined 
To  fill  his  cup  of  wo, 

Their  wondering  eyes  beheld  his  tears 

In  blood  and  anguish  flow. 
8  As  on  the  torturing  cross  he  hung, 

And  darkness  veil'd  the  sky, 


M^ 


28  REDEMPTION. 

Amazed,  they  saw  that  awful  sight — 
The  Lord  of  glory  die. 

7  They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before, 

And  rise  in  conquering  majesty, 
To  stoop  to  death  no  more. 

8  They  brought  his  chariot  from  the  skies, 
To  bear  him  to  his  throne, 

Clapp'd  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried, 
"  The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 

OA  6,6,8,6,6,8. 

Messiah's  reign. 
\Y  heart  and  voice  I  raise 
To  spread  Messiah's  praise ; 
Messiah's  praise  let  all  repeat; 
The  universal  Lord, 
By  whose  almighty  word 
Creation  rose  in  form  complete. 

2  A  servant's  form  he  wore, 
And  in  his  body  bore 

Our  dreadful  curse  on  Calvary  : 
He  like  a  victim  stood, 
And  pour'd  his  sacred  blood 

To  set  the  guilty  captives  free. 

3  But  soon  the  victor  rose 
Triumphant  o'er  his  foes, 

And  led  the  vanquish'd  host  in  chains : 
He  threw  their  empire  down, 
His  foes  compell'd  to  own,  ' 

O'er  all  the  great  Messiah  reigns. 

4  With  mercy's  mildest  grace, 
He  governs  all  our  race 

In  wisdom,  righteousness,  and  love  : 

Who  to  Messiah  fly 

Shall  find  redemption  nigh, 
And  all  his  great  salvation  prove. 


REDEMPTION.  29 

5  Hail,  Saviour.  Prince  of  Peace  ! 

Thy  kingdom  shall  increase, 
Till  alldie  world  thy  glory  see  ; 

And  righteousness  abound, 

As  the  great  deep  profound, 
And  fill  the  earth  with  purity  ! 

Ql  L:M- 

**  -1-  Christ's  second  advent. 

THE  Lord  shall  come  1  the  earth  shall  quake, 
The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake, 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  shall  come !   but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 

A  silent  lamb  to  slaughter  led. 

The  bruised,  the  suifering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come  !   a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm  : 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  He,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway. 

By  power  oppress' d.  and  mocked  by  pride — 
0  God  !  is  this  the  crucified  ? 

5  Go,  tyrants,  to  the  rocks  complain  ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain ! 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come. 


32 


C.  M. 

John  xiv.  6. 


rpHOU  art  the  way:  to  thee  alone 
-*-    From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 

And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 


30  REDEMPTION. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth :   thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart: 

Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life :  the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm ; 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life : 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 

That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

&&  1  Cor.  i.  30. 

"OURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night 
*-*  We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light : 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears, 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 
And  sing,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean : 
Such  virtues  from  his  sufferings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains : 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness : 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  0  Lord,  to  thee. 


34 


REDEMPTION.  31 


Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 


pHRIST,  the  true  anointed  Seer, 
^  Messenger  from  the  Most  High, 
Thy  prophetic  character 

To  my  conscience  signify : 
Signify  thy  Father's  will, 

By  that  unction  from  above, 
Mysteries  of  grace  reveal, 

Teach  my  heart  that  God  is  love. 

2  Thou  who  didst  for  all  atone, 
Dost  for  all  incessant  pray, 

Make  thy  priestly  office  known, 
Take  my  cancelled  sin  away : 

Let  me  peace  with  God  regain, 
Righteousness  from  thee  receive ; 

Through  thy  meritorious  pain, 
Through  thy  intercession,  live. 

3  Sovereign,  universal  King, 
Every  faithful  soul's  desire, 

Into  me  thy  kingdom  bring, 
With  thy  Spirit  me  inspire : 

From  mine  inbred  foes  release, 
Here  erect  thy  gracious  throne : 

King  of  righteousness  and  peace, 
Reign  in  every  heart  alone. 

4  0  that  all  were  taught  of  God, 
All  anointed  by  thy  grace. 

Kings  and  priests  redeem'd  with  blood, 
Born  again  to  sound  thy  praise : 

An  elect,  peculiar  seed, 
Offspring  of  the  Deity, 

Christians  both  in  name  and  deed, 
One,  entirely  one  with  thee ! 


32  REDEMPTION. 

0£  8,6,8,4. 

*J*J  The  Comforter  promised. 

^~\TR  bless'd  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 
^   His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue  : 

All  powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gracious,  willing  guest, 

While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  He  breathes  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 
Soft  as  the  breeze  of  even, 

That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 
And  every  victory  won, 

And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  his  alone. 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 
Our  weakness,  pitying,  see  : 

0  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  thee. 

oa  *>■  M- 

"  "        Operations  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 
INTERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess 
■"  And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 
2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day: 


REDEMPTION.  33 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin, 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  : 

Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

*->  '  Work  of  the  Spirit. 

I^OME,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  uiiconfineu, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  words  reveal : 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Make  me  delight  to  do  thy  will. 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below. 

And  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad. 

To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way. 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God- 


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L.  M. 

Work  of  the  Spirit. 


/^OME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^   With  light  and  comfort  from  above  : 
Be  thou  our  guardian — thou  our  guide  ' 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


34  REDEMPTION. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display. 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way . 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God : 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way  ; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

1  Lead  us  to  God — our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest : 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 


39 


C.  M. 

Rom.  viii.  11. 


\XTHY  should  our  mourning  thoughts  delight 
*  "     To  grovel  in  the  dust  ? 
Or  why  should  streams  of  tears  unite 
Around  th'  expiring  just  ? 

2  Did  not  the  Lord  our  Saviour  die, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave? 

Did  not  our  Lord  ascend  on  high, 
And  prove  his  power  to  save  ? 

3  Doth  not  the  sacred  Spirit  come, 
And  dwell  in  all  the  saints  ? 

And  should  the  temples  of  his  grace 
Resound  with  long  complaints  ? 

4  The  Spirit  raised  my  Saviour  up, 
When  he  had  bled  for  me ; 

And,  spite  of  death  and  hell,  shall  raise 
Thy  pious  friends  and  thee. 

5  Awake,  ye  saints,  that  dwell  in  dust. 
Your  hymns  of  victory  sing ; 

And  let  his  dying  servants  trust 
Their  ever-living  King. 


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INVITATIONS.  35 

SECTION   II. 
INVITATIONS   AND   WARNINGS. 

L.  M. 

The  gospel. 


'T'HIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
-*-    Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind : 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  : 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  : 

Dry  bones  are  raised  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  "Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heavenly  light : 

Our  lusts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

5  Lions,  and  beasts  of  savage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  esteem  it  strange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  heart  renew. 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too : 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


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41 


7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  6. 
The  great  Physician. 


XT  OW  lost  was  my  condition, 
-*--*-  Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  I 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! — 
The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin : 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 

But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, 
Thus,  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

3  At  length  this  great  Physician- 
How  matchless  is  his  grace! 

Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case  : 

Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grav©. 

To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

4  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

Come,  then,  to  this  Physician 
His  help  he'll  freely  give : 

He  makes  no  hard  condition, 
'Tis  only — look,  and  live. 


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42 


Bartimeiis. 

"YTERCY,  0  thou  Son  of  David ! 
-*-'-*•  Thus  blind  Bartimeiis  pray'd  ; 
Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 

Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid  : 
Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 

"Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 

But  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  he  could  give : 

Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day : 

Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  0  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around : 

"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 

AVhat  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
0  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 
Surely,  would  they  hasten  to  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

^^  The  gospel  feast. 

CX$  Sion,  his  most  holy  mount, 

"  God  will  a  feast  prepare, 

And  Israel's  sons  and  Gentile  lands 

Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 
2  Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows  ; 


38  INVITATIONS 

Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well-refined, 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See,  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 
A  free  acceptance  given ! 

See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heaven ! 

4  The  pain'd,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 
To  ease  and  health  restored, 

With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  plenties  of  the  board. 

5  But  0  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 
What  dainties  shall  be  given, 

When,  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 
We  join  the  feast  of  heaven! 

6  There  joys  immeasurably  high 
Shall  overflow  the  soul, 

And  springs  of  life,  that  never  dry, 
In  thousand  channels  roll. 


U 


6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 
Yet  there  is  room. 


A^£  dying  sons  of  men, 
-*■    Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excuses  irame  : 

He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready,  sinner,  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 
His  messengers  proclaim : 


AND    WARNINGS.  39 

He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name  : 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come: 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 
4  Compell'd  by  bleeding  Ioto, 

Ye  wandering  souls,  draw  near  : 
Christ  calls  you  from  above. 
His  charming  accents  hearl 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come : 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 


45 


8,  7,  8,  7.  7.  7. 
A  ft 

f^lOME  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain. 
^    Sinners  ruin'd  by  the  fall. 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  cleanse  the  guilty  - 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide. 
Open'd  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 
Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind  ; 

Here  the  guilty  seek  remission, 

Here  the  lost  a  refuge  find : 
Health  this  fountain  will  re-: 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3  Come,  ye  dying,  live  for  ever : 
'Tis  a  soul-reviving  flood: 

God  is  faithful,  he  will  never 

Break  his  covenant,  seal'd  in  blood, 
Sign'd.  -when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Seal'd,  when  he  was  glorified. 


46 
A 


C.  M. 
The  living  waters. 

T  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 
His  drooping  frame  to  cheer  : 


40  INVITATIONS 

Samaria's  daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 
For  richer  draughts  had  sigh'd ; 

Nor  had  Messiah,  ever  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  denied. 

3  The  man,  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 
How  few  appear  to  know ! 

The  friend  of  sinners,  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteem'd  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  stranger  know, 
Or  soon  his  loss  deplore : 

Behold  !   the  living  waters  flow  : 
Come — drink,  and  thirst  no  more. 

ah  10,  11,  10,  11. 

^"-  •  The  atonement  exhibited. 

A  LL  ye  that  pass  by,  To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
-^  To  vou  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should 

die  ? 
Your  ransom  and  peace,  Your  surety  he  is, 
Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his. 

2  He  answer' d  for  all,  0  come  at  his  call, 
And  low  at  his  feet  with  astonishment  fall ; 
Ye  all  may  receive  The  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made   intercession,   "My  Father,  for- 
give!" 

3  For  you  and  for  me,  He  pray'd  on  the  tree, 
The  prayer  is  accepted — the  sinner  is  free : 
The  sinner  am  I,  Who  on  Jesus  rely, 

And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claim,  For  a  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name : 

His  death  is  my  plea — My  Advocate  see, 
And  hear  the  blood  speak  that  hath  answer'd 
for  me 


AND    WARNINGS.  41 

^O  The  voice  of  free  grace. 

T^HE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "Escape  tc 

-■'  the  mountain !" 

For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  open'd  a 

fountain  : 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,   and  every  trans- 
gression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salva- 
tion. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought  us  a 

pardon. 
We'll  praise  him  again,   when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  Jesus  repair, 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy — and  can  you  for- 
bear ? 

Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a 

mountain. 
His  blood  can  remove  them — it  flows  from 

the  fountain. 

3  Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly 

glorious. 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than 
victorious : 

To  him  we  will  join  with  the  great  congre- 
gation, 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  salvation 

4  "With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  tc 

the  shore : 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  him 

the  more  : 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  bank  of 

the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 


42  INVITATIONS 

*-*J  The  Saviour's  call. 

i^OME  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

^  Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice : 

1  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come  ! 

2  Thou,  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roam'd  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste  ! 

3  Ye,  who  toss'd  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain : 
Ye,  whose  swoln  and  sleepless  eyes 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise : 

4  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 
In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care — 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear ! 

5  Sinner,  come !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure 

KA  LM" 

«J  U  Matt  xi.  28-30. 

"  f^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
^  Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come : 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me : 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight: 


AXD    WARNINGS.  43 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck. 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 
4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  : 

"With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

*~*  -*-  The  call  oj  grace. 

i^iOME.  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
^    Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest : 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
0  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes, 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace : 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart  : 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

^  w  En  co  urag  rag  pro  m  ises 

piLGEIM.  burden'd  with  thy  sin, 
■■-     Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day  : 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray. 
Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear  : 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh  : 
Watch — till  heavenly  light  appear  : 

Pray — .she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 


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2  Mourning  pilgrim  !   what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 

Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain. 
Sorrow  shall  for  ever  fly  : 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there : 
Tears  be  wiped  from  every  eye : 

Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

r  r>  Six  8s. 

^  *-*  Peace,  troubled  soul. 

"DEACE,    troubled    soul,    whose    plaintive 

-*-  moan 

Hath  taught  the  rocks  the  notes  of  wo  : 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 
2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppress'd, 

Unburden  here  thy  weighty  load : 
Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word  ! 
For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 

^  a  10,  10,  8,  10. 

V^fc  Come  to-day. 

i^HILD  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Fill'd  with  dis- 

^         may, 

Wait  not  for  to-morrow,  Yield  thee  to-day ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come,  While  yet   there's 
room ; 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Hear  and  obey. 
2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 

Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow  Help  from 
on  high : 


AXD    WARNINGS.  45 

Grieve  not  that  love.  Which  from  .above — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow — Would  bring  thee 
nigh. 

S.  H. 

*J  *J  The  accepted  time. 

"V"0"W  is  th'  accepted  time, 
-**'    Now  is  the  day  of  grace  : 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day : 

To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
The  gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 
And  feast  them  with  thy  love  , 

Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings., 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

rn  Hi  10,11,10. 

**  "  Invitation  to  the  young. 

/^OME,  youthful  sinners,  come,  haste  to  the 

^        Saviour : 

Come,  ye  young  wanderers,  cling  to  his  side; 
Kneel  at  his  mercy-seat,  sue  for  his  favour. 

Lambs  of  his  bosom,  for  whom  he  hath  died. 
2  Come   to   his   temple-gate,    come  in  life's 
morning : 

Give  up  your  souls  to  the  Guide  of  your 
youth : 
How  fair  is  grace,  the  young  bosom  adorning ! 

What  robe  so  pure  as  the  raiment  of  truth  S 


46  INVITATIONS 

3  Can  you  find  pleasure  in  pathways  unholy  ? 
Hope  ye  for  wisdom   in  wandering  from 

God  ? 
Sorrow  and  shame  wait  the  votaries  of  folly : 
Earth  has  no    comfort  not  found  in  hit 
blood. 

4  Has  he  not  died  for  you  ?  look  to  Moriah  : 
There  see  the  tokens  of  sorrow  and  love. 

Lives  he  not  now  for  you  ?  Jesus  the  Saviour 
Bled  and  ascended  to  crown  you  above. 

~7  S.  It 

*-*  •  1  Chron.  xxviii.  9. 

MY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 
Thy  fathers  God  obey : 
Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call,  while  he  may  be  found, 
And  seek  him  while  he's  near : 

Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 

3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 
His  ear  will  hear  thy  cry  : 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure, 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 
Xor  choose  the  path  to  heaven, 

Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
And  never  be  forgiven. 


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7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  b,  7,  6. 
Go,  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning. 
C^  O,  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning, 
^"    Go  in  the  bloom  of  youth, 
And  buy,  for  thy  adorning, 
The  precious  pearl  of  truth. 


AND    WARNINGS.  47 

Secure  this  heavenly  treasure, 

And  bind  it  on  thy  heart, 
And  let  not  worldly  pleasure 

E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 

2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth, 
Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light, 

Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 

While  every  sense  is  bright : 
Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  buy  it : 

"Lis  worth  all  earthly  things — 
Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds, 

Sceptres,  and  crowns  of  kings. 

3  Go,  ere  the  clouds  of  sorrow 
Steal  o'er  the  bloom  of  youth: 

Defer  not  till  to-morrow  : 

Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 
Go  seek  thy  great  Creator, 

Learn  early  to  be  wise  : 
Go,  place  upon  his  altar 

A  morning  sacrifice ! 

50  L-M- 

°  v  Feci  xii.  1—7. 

"VTOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
^      Remember  your  Creator,  God: 
Behold  the  months  come  hastening  on 
When  you  shall  say — My  joys  are  gone. 

2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes. 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead. 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again : 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God :   not  there  to  dwell, 
Bur  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  helL 


48  INVITATIONS 

4  Eternal  King,  I  fear  thy  name! 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

GO  CM- 

v  v  Seek  first  the  kingdom. 

'^OW  let  a  true  ambition  rise, 
■^    And  ardour  fire  our  breast, 
To  reign  in  worlds  above  the  skies, 
In  heavenly  glories  drest. 

2  Behold  Jehovah's  royal  hand 
A  radiant  crown  display, 

Whose  gems  with  vivid  lustre  shine, 
While  stars  and  suns  decay. 

3  Away,  each  grovelling,  anxious  care, 
Beneath  a  Christian's  thought: 

0  spring  to  seize  immortal  joys, 
Which  your  Redeemer  bought. 

4  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
The  glorious  prize  pursue ; 

Nor  fear  the  want  of  earthly  good 
While  heaven  is  kept  in  view. 

fil  L.M. 

"  -1-  Wheat  and  tares. 

rTHOUGH,  in  the  outward  church  below, 
-*-    The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow, 
Jesus,  ere  long,  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up : 

For  soon  the  reaping-time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 
2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here  ? 
How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knewi 
How  long  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 


AND    WARNINGS.  49 

3  Oh,  this  will  aggravate  their  case! 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace  : 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

4  We  seem  alike,  when  thus  we  meet — 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
But.  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends — 
S:>rne  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends  : 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long  : 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

7  Most  awful  thought  1  and  is  it  so? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know  ! 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare? 

Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare  ! 


62 


L.  M. 
Sinner  weighed  and  found  wanting. 


T)  AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye  : 
-"  Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high ! 
There  will  his  justice  be  display'd, 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 
'2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law : 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw : 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? — 
Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain  i 
3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  those  dreadful  characters  : 
"  Tekd — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 
And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 


50  INVITATIONS 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thy  nerves  unbrace : 
Let  horror  shake  thy  tottering  knees : 
Through  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 
And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail — 
Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale : 
Still  does  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour's  righteousness. 

6  Great  God,  exert  thy  power  to  save : 
Deep  on  the  heart  these  truths  engrave : 
The  ponderous  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 

fiO  C.M. 

^  "  Deceitfulness  of  sin. 

O  IN  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
^  To  practise  on  the  mind, 
With  nattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 
The  aged  and  the  young ; 

And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 

But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  : 

Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 


64 
O 


C.  M. 

Evil  influence. 
MAN  immortal,  shun  the  doom 
To  which  your  follies  drive : 


AND    WARNINGS.  53 

Your  vices  die  not  at  the  tomb — 
Their  curse  must  long  survive. 

2  Uncancell'd  guilt,  that  walks  abroad, 
And  smiles  when  sin  is  near, 

Contagious,  blights  the  work  of  God, 
And  taints  the  atmosphere. 

3  Not  fouler  stains  do  Indian  dyes 
O'er  virgin  snow-flakes  spread, 

Than  godless  hearts,  in  friendship's  guise, 
O'er  blasted  beauty  shed. 

4  Rash  father,  pause  !  your  infant  boy 
Treads  closely  on  your  heels : 

Your  wayward  paths  his  steps  decoy — 
Your  vice  his  conscience  steels. 

5  Vain  mother,  spare  that  darling  girl ! 
0  meet  your  fate  alone  : 

Your  prayerless  life,  mid  fashion's  whirl, 
Turns  that  young  heart  to  stone. 

6  Then  live  for  heaven :  no  guilt  entail 
Where  hopes  are  all  entomb'd : 

0  deepen  not  perdition's  wail 

By  ghosts  your  lives  have  doom'd. 

7  Let  social  virtues  blend  their  light, 
In  galaxy  divine, 

Till,  blazing  in  their  beauties,  bright 
The  moral  heavens  shine. 


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L.  Iff. 

Isa.  lvii.  20,  21. 


HPHEY  must  be  as  the  troubled  sea, 
-*-    They  cannot  rest  who  know  not  thee, 
Whose  working  hearts,  disturbed  within, 
Cast  up  the  mire  of  actual  sin. 


52  INVITATIONS 

2  No  peace  the  wicked  e'er  can  know, 
While  hastening  to  their  place  below; 
But  trouble  must  with  sin  remain, 
Sad  earnest  of  eternal  pain. 


66 

S 


Aiuake,  thou  that  steepest! 


INNER  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake — and  o'er  thy  folly  weep: 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead : 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
Watchful,  tread  that  path  :   be  wise  ;— 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  : 
Life  secure  without  delay, 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will  : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 


67 


/s. 
I  know  you  not. 


OEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
^  Enter  ere  it  be  too  late : 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 
God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies : 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 


AND    WARNINGS.  53 

2  Mournfully,  will  they  exclaim — 
Lord  !   we  have  professed  thy  name  : 
"We  have  eat  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 
Vain,  alas  !   will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity: 
Sad  their  everlasting  lot —     ■ 
Christ  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

"O  Take  heed,  watch  and  pray. 

f~^  O.  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 
"    How  near  thine  hour  may  be  : 
Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 

May  toll  its  notes  for  thee  : 
Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way: 
Frail  child  of  dust !   go,  watch  and  pray. 

2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  ear©, 
Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 

Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair. 

Dilate  before  thine  eye  ? 
Soon  these  must  change — must  pass  away  : 
Frail  child  of  dust  !   go,  watch  and  pray. 

3  Thou  aged  man  !  Life's  wintry  storm 
Hath  sear'd  thy  vernal  bloom  : 

With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb  : 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  ? 
Go,  weary  pilgrim !  watch  and  pray. 

4  Ambition  !   stop  thy  panting  breath  . 
Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye  ! 

Behold  the  caverns,  dark  with  death, 

Before  you  open  lie  : 
The  heavenly  warning  now  obey  : 
Ye  sons  of  pride,  go,  watch  and  pray 


54  INVITATIONS 

U*7         a      JEfcel  ix.  4,5,6,  10. 

T~  IFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
-^  The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 

And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 

The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  ?scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven  : 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ■ 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust  : 

They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

70  lls- 

•  v  Dangers  of  delay. 

1~\ELAY  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw 
■^       near, 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee : 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 

Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 


AND    WARNINGS.  00 

2  Delay  not.  delay  not :   why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 
blood  ? 
8  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day: 
Iler  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb : 

Her   message,   unheeded,   will   soon   pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not :   the  Spirit  of  grace, 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,   may  take  its 

sad  flight : 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not :  the  hour  is  at  hand, 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 

shall  fade. 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand : 
What  power  then,  0  sinner,  shall  lend  thee 
its  aid? 

-  -i  12s  &  8s. 

*   -*-  The  harvest  it  past. 

TT^HEX  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  sum- 
"  '       mer  is  gone, 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er  ; 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invi';es  thee  no  more  ; 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow, 
The  gospel  no  message  declare  : 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wail* 
ings  of  wo  ! 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair ! 


56  INVITATIONS 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 
peace, 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above  ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fulness  of 
bliss, 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love  : 
Say,  0  sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure$ 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 

Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom  ? 


72 


S.  M. 

Having  no  hope. 


/^X\N  sinners  hope  for  heaven, 
^  Who  love  this  world  so  well ; 
Or  dream  of  future  happiness, 
While  in  the  road  to  hell  ? 

2  Shall  they  hosannas  sing, 
With  an  unhaliow'd  tongue  ? 

Shall  palms  adorn  the  guilty  hand 
Which  does  its  neighbour  wrong  ? 

3  Can  sin's  deceitful  way 
Conduct  to  Zion's  hill : 

Or  those  expect  with  God  to  reign 
Who  disregard  his  will  ? 

4  Thy  grace,  0  God,  alone 
Can  a  good  hope  afford  ! 

The  pardon'd  and  renew'd  shall  see 
The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

•  **     My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. 

CAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
^  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Uiged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 


AND    WARNINGS.  57 

|  2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath. 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

8  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light : 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind : 

That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man  : 

Ye.  who  persist  bis  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  : 

Oh  !  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

74  lls- 

•  ^-  Quench  not  the  Spirit. 

TT^HILE  mercy  invites  you,  while  Jesus  is 

* "       near, 
Awake  from  your  slumbers,  ye  sinners,  and 

hear. 
Salvation  is  offer'd,  accept  it  to-day : 
0  quench  not  the  Spirit,  nor  grieve  him  away. 

2  The  love  that  now  urges,  if  once  it  depart, 
May  never  return  to  your  desolate  heart. 
While  mercy  invites  you,  while  Jesus  is  near, 
Awake  from  your  slumbers,  ye  sinners,  and 
hear. 


58  INVITATIONS 


75 


7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  7,  7,  6. 
/Sfojt?,  jroor  sinner. 


O  TOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
^  Before  you  farther  go  ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Once  again  I  charge  you,  stop ! 

For,  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware,  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 

Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 

Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day 
When  his  judgment  shall  proclaim, 

And  the  earth  shall  melt  away 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Pale-faced  death  will  quickly  come 
To  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair : 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply? 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 
Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 

God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 


AND    WARNINGS.  59 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know : 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  op, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come  : 
None  who  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says.  -;  There  still  is  room." 


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IS. 

Wh o  m ay  ab ide  his  co m ing  f 


CIXXER.  art  thou  still  secure? 
^  Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 

For  his  judgment  stand  prepared, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee, 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
"What  will  then  become  of  thee  ! 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 
You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 

Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 
6  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace. 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
-And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 

Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice. 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above, 

Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 


60  PENITENCE 

SECTION  III. 

PENITENCE  AND  PRAYER. 

C.  M. 


7 


*  The  prodigal  son. 


\  PFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
■*■*-  In  mercy  oft  are  sent  : 
They  stopt  the  prodigal's  career, 
And  forced  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relenting  felt. 
Till  he  had  spent  his  store. 

His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

3  "  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin."  he  said. 
"But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 

My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done. 
And  fall  before  his  face : 

Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back — 
He  saw.  and  ran.  and  smiled  : 

Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 

Of  his  rebellious  child. 
G   "Father.  I've  sinn'd.  but  0  forgive;" — 

"Enough."  the  father  said. 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 

For  whom  I  mourn' d  as  dead. 

7   "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around. — 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again — 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 


AND    PRAYER.  HI 

8  ?Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home: 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  come. 


78 


Deep  regret  for  sin. 

C^  OD  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  ! 

"    Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs: 
0  restore  thy  suppliant  race. 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs ! 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past. 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent, 

Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares. 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent  ■ 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain, 

Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  : 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Fill'd  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own  i 

Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie. 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy  !   God  of  grace  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs : 

0  restore  thy  suppliant  race. 

Thou  to  whom  our  praise  belongs ! 

to  b-m- 

•  *J  The  unrenewed  heart. 

A  STONISH'D  and  distress'*, 

■**■  I  turn  mine  eyes  within ; 

My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppress'd, 

The  seat  of  every  sin. 
2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 


62  PENITENCE 

Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 
These  tyrant  lusts  subdue : 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  : 

My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

O "  Confession. 

T  LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
4-  I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 
Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne : 

Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
.  I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  I  danced  in  folly's  giddy  maze, 

And  drank  the  sea,  and  chased  the  wind, 
But  falsehood  lurk'd  in  all  her  ways, 
Her  laughter  left  remorse  behind. 

4  I  dream' d  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers, 
While  pillowing  roses  stay'd  my  head  ; 

But  serpents  hiss'd  among  the  flowers : 
I  woke,  and  thorns  were  all  my  bed. 

5  In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy, 
And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 

I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 
And  worldly  treasure  fleeting  dust. 

6  I  woo'd  ambition,  climb'd  the  pole, 
And  shone  among  the  stars, — but  fell, 


AND    PRAYER.  63 

Headlcng  in  all  my  pride  of  soul, 
Like  Lucifer,  from  heaven  to  hell. 

7  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 

Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown? 
Eternal  justice,  from  thine  eye  ? 

8  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 
My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace  : 

The  Sun  of  righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 

9  My  suffering,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 
In  sore  distress  I  turn  to  thee  : 

I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  word  : 
My  God,  my  God,  forsake  not  me. 

10  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 
I  dare  not,  if  I  would,  despair  : 

None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  for  ever  there. 


81 


8.  M. 

Trembling  solicitude. 


"VrY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
■"*■  My  terror  now  begins  : 

1  feel,  alas  !   that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly? 
I  hear  the  thunder  roar  : 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
I  dread  impending  doom  ; 

But  hark  !   a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 


64  PEXITEXCE 

4  I  see.  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar, 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way: 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 


82 


C.  M. 

Neglected  calls. 


TTOW  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
-*--*-  To  call  in  vain  on  me! 
Deaf  to  his  warning  voice,  I  ran 
Through  paths  of  vanity. 

2  He  call'd  me,  when  my  thoughtless  prime 
Was  early  ripe  to  ill : 

1  pass'd  from  folly  on  to  crime, 
And  yet  he  call'd  me  still. 

3  He  call'd  me,  in  the  time  of  dread, 
When  death  was  full  in  view  : 

I  trembled  on  my  feverish  bed, 
And  rose  to  sin  anew. 

4  Yet  could  I  hear  him  once  again, 
As  I  have  heard  of  old, 

Methinks  he  should  not  call  in  vain 
His  wand'rer  to  the  fold. 

5  0  thou,  that  every  thought  dost  know, 
And  answ'rest  every  prayer  ! 

Try  me  with  sickness,  want,  er  wo, 
But  snatch  me  from  despair. 

6  My  struggling  will  by  grace  control, 
Renew  my  broken  vow  :  — 

What  blessed  light  breaks  on  my  soul ! 
My  God,  I  hear  thee  now. 


AXD    PRAYER.  65 

oq  CM. 

OO         The  lamentation  of  a  sinner. 

f\  LORD,  turn  not  thy  face  away 

"   From  him  that  lies  prostrate, 
Lamenting  sore  his  sinful  life 

Before  thy  mercy  gate. 
Which  thou  dost  open  wide  to  those 

That  do  lament  their  sin: 

0  shut  it  not  against  me,  Lord, 
But  let  me  enter  in. 

2  Call  me  not  to  a  strict  account 
How  I  have  lived  here. 

For  then  I  know,  right  well,  0  Lord, 
Most  vile  I  shall  appear. 

1  need  not  to  confess  my  life, 

For  surely  thou  canst  tell 
What  I  have  been,  and  what  I  am, 
Thou  knowest  very  well. 

3  Wherefore  with  tears  I  come  to  the€ 
To  beg  and  to  entreat, 

Even  as  a  child  that  hath  done  ill, 

And  feareth  to  be  beat  : 
So  come  I  to  the  throne  of  grace 

Where  mercy  doth  abound, 
Desiring  mercy  for  my  sin 

To  heal  my  deadly  wound. 

4  0  Lord.  I  need  not  to  repeat 
What  I  do  beg  or  crave, 

For  thou  dost  know  before  I  ask 

The  thing  that  I  would  have. 
Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask, 

This  is  the  total  sum, 
For  mercy.  Lord,  is  all  my  suit, 

0  let  thv  mercv  come. 


66  PENITENCE 


84 


S.  M. 
Job  ix.  2-6. 

A  H,  how  shall  fallen  man 
'*■*-  Be  just  before  his  God ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark, 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 

A  just  excuse  devise? 

8  All-seeing,  powerful  God ! 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife 

Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake  : 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 

None,  none,  can  meet  him,  and  es<cape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 


85 


C.  M. 

Seeking  God. 


OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain, 
How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 

And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 


AND    PRAYER.  67 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God : 

I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress. 
And  bauish  every  fear  : 

He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 


86 


S.  M. 
Ps.  cxxx. 


T^ROM  lowest  depths  of  wo 
-*-     To  God  I  send  my  cry  : 
Lord,  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  graciously  reply. 

2  Shouldst  thou  severely  judge, 
Who  can  the  trial  bear ! 

But  thou  forgiv'st.  lest  we  despond, 
And  quite  renounce  thy  fear. 

3  My  soul  with  patience  waits 
For  thee,  the  living  Lord  : 

My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 
Thy  never-failing  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thy  enlivening  ray, 

More  duly  than  the  morning  watch. 
To  spy  the  dawning  day. 

5  Let  Israel  trust  in  God — 
No  bounds  his  mercy  knows  : 

The  plenteous  source  and  spring  from  whence 
Eternal  succour  flows  : 

6  Whose  friendly  streams  to  us 
Supplies  in  want  convey: 

A  healing  spring,  a  spring  to  cleanse 
And  wash  our  guilt  away. 


68  PENITENCE 

ft  7  7s* 

°  •  The  suit. 

/^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare — 
^  Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer : 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  the  King : 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest — 
Take  possession  of  my  breast : 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  As  the  image  in  the  glass 
Answers  the  beholder's  face, 
Thus  unto  my  heart  appear  : 
Print  thine  own  resemblance  there. 

6  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer : 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

7  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do— 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  : 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith — 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

OO  Begging  the  bread  of  life. 

TTUNGRY,  and  faint,  and  poor, 
-"■  Behold  us,  Lord,  again 


AND    FKAYEB.  69 

Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 
Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 

2  Thy  word  invites  us  nigh. 
Or  Ave  should  starve  indeed ; 

For  we  no  money  have,  to  buy, 
No  righteousness  to  plead. 

3  The  food  our  spirits  want 
Thy  hand  alone  can  give  ! 

0  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant 
That  we  may  eat  and  live. 


89 


C.  M. 

1  trill  not  let  thee  go. 


\  S  Jacob  did  in  days  of  old, 
■"-  So  will  my  soul  do  now — 
Wrestle,  and  on  my  Jesus  hold, 
Nor  will  I  let  thee  go. 

2  I  come,  encouraged  by  thy  word, 
That  mercy  thou  wilt  show  : 

Except  thou  bless  me,  blessed  Lord, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

3  I  come  to  ask  forgiveness  free, 
Though' I  have  been  thy  foe  : 

Except  thou  grant  it.  Lord,  to  me, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

4  I  come  to  open  all  my  wounds, 
My  sorrows  and  my  wo : 

Except  thy  healing  grace  abounds, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  come  to  tell  thee  all  my  fears 
And  conflicts  here  below: 

Except  thy  mercy,  Lord,  appears, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 


70  PENITENCE 

6  I  come  to  ask  for  all  thy  love, 
And  all  thou  canst  bestow  : 

Except  these  blessings,  Lord,  I  prove, 
I  will  not  let  thee  go. 


90 


C.  M 

Contrition. 


C\  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
"  Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  Return  ? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 

0  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 
Without  one  cheering  ray. 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way ! 

5  0  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

Ql  8s 

**  -*-  Importunate  pleadings. 

"PXCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
■^  Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 

1  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine. 


AND    PRAYER.  71 

Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  : 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song. 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine.  Lord  !   and  my  terror  shall  cease  : 
The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace — 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Speak,  Saviour!  for  sweet  is  thy  voice, 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold : 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries — 

My  groanings  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 

The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep  : 

While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests,  with  a  roar, 

"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  : 
Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

4  Yet.  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 
No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 

Ah,  tell  me  how  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  waiting  for  thee ! 

Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art : 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower: 

Come,  succour  and  gladden  my  heart — 
Let  this  be  the  day  of  thv  power. 

Q9  " 

*J  w  Hoping  for  m ercy. 

AlAHAT  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears  T 
"  *     As  if  the  Lord  was  loth  to  save, 
Or  loved  to  see  us  drench" d  in  tears, 

Or  sink  with  sorrow  to  the  grave. 
2  Does  he  want  slaves  to  grace  his  throne  ? 

Or  rules  he  by  an  iron  rod  ? 


72  PENITENCE 

Loves  he  the  deep,  despairing  groan  ? 
Is  he  a  tyrant  or  a  God  ? 

3  Not  all  the  sins  which  we  have  wrought 
So  much  his  tender  bowels  grieve, 

As  this  unkind,  injurious  thought — 
That  he's  unwilling  to  forgive. 

4  Lord,  'tis  amazing  grace  we  own, 
And  well  may  rebel  worms  surprise; 

But  was  not  thy  incarnate  Son 
A  most  amazing  sacrifice  ? 

5  "  I've  found  a  ransom,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 
"  No  humble  penitent  shall  die  :" 

Lord,  we  would  now  believe  thy  word, 
And  thy  unbounded  mercies  try  ! 


93 


10s. 
Divine  light  implored. 


f~\  THOU,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds 

^       presides ! 

Whose    voice    created,    and   whose    wisdom 

guides  ! 
On  darkling  man  in  pure  effulgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  di- 
vine ! 
2  'Tis  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence  and  holy  rest : 
From  thee,  great  God,  we  spring,  to  thee  we 

tend  : 
Path,  motive,  guide,  original,  and  end. 


94 


Let  there  be  light. 
T  IGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
-*^  Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  bright  thy  love  revealing, 
Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 


Ayj)    PRAYKK. 

The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 

Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  day  upon  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing : 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 

Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor  benighted  heart : 

Come,  and  manifest  the  favour 
God  hath  for  our  ransom'd  race  : 

Come,  thou  universal  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

3  Save  us  in  thy  great  compassion, 
0  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  : 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins : 

By  thy  all-restoring  merit, 
Every  burden*d  soul  release  : 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 


95 


C.  M. 

Heal  my  soul. 


TTEAL  us,  Immanuel: — here  we  are, 
-"--*-   Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch : 
Deep-wounded  souls  to  thee  repair  : 
And,  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2  Our  faith  is  feeble,  we  confess, 
We  faintly  trust  thy  word  : 

But  wilt  thou  pity  us  the  less  ? 
Be  that  far  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

3  Remember  him  who  once  applied, 
With  trembling,  for  relief; 

"Lord,  I  believe,"  (with  tears,  he  cried;) 
"  0  help  my  unbelief." 


74  PENITENCE 

4  She,  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 
And  healing  virtues  stole, 

Was  answer'd,  "Daughter,  go  in  peace  : 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

5  Conceal'd  amidst  the  gathering  throng, 
She  would  have  shunn'd  thy  view; 

And,  if  her  faith  was  firm  and  strong, 
Had  strong  misgivings  too. 

6  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 
To  touch  thee,  if  we  may : 

0  send  us  not  despairing  home — 
Send  none  unheard  away. 


96 


S.  M. 

Bcthesda. 


TVES1DE  the  gospel  pool, 
-■-'  Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought:- 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely,  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 

Where  streams  of  sovereign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  try : 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

5  No  :  he  is  full  of  grace : 
He  never  will  permit 

A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 


AND    PRAYER.  75 

Q7  CM" 

•J  *  Regeneration  sought. 

BLESS'D  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
Till  he  debased  his  soul  to  sense, 
And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  sensual  race, 
To  sinful  joys  inclined  : 

Reason  has  lost  its  native  place, 
And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 

3  While  flesh  and  sense  and  passion  reigns, 
Sin  is  the  sweetest  good: 

We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God,  renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 
Our  broken  powers  restore, 

Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame, 
And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts ; 

And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 

GQ  c-  «■ 

*J  *<->  The  new  creation. 

"\TIGHTY  Redeemer,  set  me  free 
ItX  From  my  old  state  of  sin : 
0  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 
Create  new  powers  within. 

2  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 
And  mould  my  heart  afresh : 

Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
From  earth,  and  sin,  and  hell, 

In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 


76  PENITENCE 


99 


<s. 
Give  me  Jesus 


C^  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
^-*    My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear : 
Much  distress'd  with  guilt  am  I : 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honour  I  disdain : 
Earthly  comforts  all  are  vain : 
These  can  never  satisfy : 

Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  take  away  my  guilt : 
Mourning,  at  thy  feet  I  lie : 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 
I  am  nothing  else  but  sin : 
I  to  thee  for  mercy  fly  : 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  mercy  I  would  trust : 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply  : 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

G  0  my  God,  what  shall  I  say  ? 
Take,  0  take  my  sins  away  : 
Jesus'  blood  to  me  apply : 
Give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 


100 


Pathetic  pleadings. 

FULL  of  trembling  expectation, 
Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Mighty  God  of  my  salvation, 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore  : 
Suffering  Son  of  man,  be  near  me, 
All  my  sufferings  to  sustain, 


AND    PRAYER.  77 

By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish 
In  thy  days  of  flesh  below, 

When  thy  troubled  boo!  did  languish 

Under  a  whole  world  of  wo  : 
When  Thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 

Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 
Burden'd  with  a  wounded  spirit, 

Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 
In  the  dark  satanic  hour: 

By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 
Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power: 

By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 
By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 

Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 
Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

4  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit, 
By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 

By  thine  agonizing  merit, 

In  thy  pangs,  remember  me  ! 
By  thy  death  I  thee  conjure, 

A  weak,  dying  soul  befriend: 
Make  me  patient  to  endure, 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 

101  7s 

1  V/  X  Litany. 

C  AVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee, 
^  Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee — 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes : 
0,  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
Suffer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


78  PENITENCE 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  grief  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

II  the  lonely  wilderness  : 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power  . 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  and  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 

By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorn 

By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries — 

By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  : 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye, 

Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

4  E^r  thy  deep,  expiring  groan, 
By  the  seal'cl  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  power  from  death  to  save  : 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 

To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


102 


Flying  to  Jesus. 
TESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 
^    Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry : 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  relenting — 
Send,  0  send  me  quick  relief! 

3  "Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 
But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 


AND    PRAYER.  79 

Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 

But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
4  Saved — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above  : 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story. 

All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 

1r\  q  6>  6»  *i  6>  6,  6,  -i. 

^  ^     Self-consecration  at  the  cross. 
MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee. 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray : 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  : 
0  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  : 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  thee. 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be. — 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside  ! 
'4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll — 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 
Fear  and  distrust  remove : 
0  bear  me  safe  above- - 

A  ransom' d  soul ! 


80  PENITENCE 


104 


8,  8,  8,  6. 
The  venture. 


TUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea, 
^    But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee — 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am — though  toss'd  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within  and  wars  without — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind: 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down : 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

10K  CM. 

X\JO  The  only  plea. 

"OROSTIIATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 
-*-     A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat 

Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
2  0  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence  : 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm : 


AND    PRAYER.  81 

Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feehle  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe. 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eye« 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt: 

No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed-- 
"So  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord  ! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 

Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


106 


S.  M. 
At  the  cross. 


TTERE  will  I  ever  lie, 

-*-■*-  And  tell  thee  all  my  care, 

And,  i;  Father,  Abba,  Father!*'  cry, 

And  pour  a  ceaseless  prayer: 
Till  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Till  thou  my  sins  destroy, 
My  spirit  after  God  renew. 

And  fill  with  peace  and  joy. 


10 


*  At  the  cross. 

^['0  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies. 

-*-    Where  my  Lord  resigns  his  breath, 

Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes, 

Swimming  in  the  tears  of  death, — 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt, 

From  avenging  wrath  I  flee, 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt — 

Spilt  to  set  the  sinner  free. 


8"  PENITENCE 

2  Mid  convulsive  agonies, 

Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart : 
Pardon  seal'd  by  broken  sighs 

Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart : 
Let  me  feel  this  healing  power, 

Let  this  hardened  heart  of  stone 
Melt  beneath  the  purple  shower, 

From  his  body  trickling  down. 

3  On  those  temples,  crown'd  with  thorns, 
Suffering  majesty  appears: 

Love  that  dying  face  adorns, 

Stain'd  with  blood  and  soiFd  with  tears: 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  the  heart 

With  the  lightning  of  that  eye  : 
Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart — 

Let  me  feel,  or  I  must  die ! 


108  L'M' 

J-UO     Contrition  in  view  of  the  cross. 

"Cl/LST  flow,  my  tears:   the  cause  is  great: 
•*■     This  tribute  claims  an  injured  Friend: 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate. 
"While  he  would  love  me  to  the  end. 
When  justice  frown' d  above  my  head. 
And  death  its  terrors  round  me  spread, 
He  interposed  the  wounds  he  bore, 
And  bade  me  live  to  die  no  more. 

2  Fast  flow,  my  tears:  yet  faster  flow, 

Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide : 
"Who  was  it  gave  the  deadly  blow? 

Who  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side  ! 
My  soul,  thy  Victim  here  behold  ! 
What  pangs,  what  agonies  untold, 
"While  justice,  arni'd  with  power  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what's  due  to  thine ! 


AND    PRAYER.  83 

3  Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow,  my  tears  : 

Now  break  tins  heart  and  drown  these  eyes : 
His  visage,  marr'd,  tow'rd  heaven  he  rears, 

And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies ! 
My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears,  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  gives  me,  in  some  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 


109 


<s. 

At  the  Lord's  table. 


"DREAD  of  heaven  !   on  thee  we  feed  ; 
-*-*  For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed : 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
"With  this  true  and  living  bread ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven  !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  : 

Lord !  thy  wounds  our  healing  give — 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died : 
Lord  of  life  !   0  let  us  be 

Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  '. 


110 


9,8. 
At  the  Lord's  table. 


OREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken ! 
"■"*  AVine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed ! 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead! 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken — 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed ! 

And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token, 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 


84  PENITENCE 

1  1  1  L    ^ 

-L  -1-  J-  Supplication. 

T\rITH  kind  compassion  hear  my  cry, 

"  0  Jesus,  Lord  of  life,  on  high  ! 
And  on  thy  servant's  drooping  head 
The  dews  of  blessing  sweetly  shed. 

2  Change  all  my  sad  complaints  to  ease, 
To  cheerful  notes  of  endless  praise  : 

A  sense  of  pardoning  favour  give, 
And  raise  my  mind  and  bid  me  live. 

3  My  fears  of  danger  while  I  breathe, 
My  dread  of  endless  hell  beneath, 
My  sense  of  sorrow  for  my  sin, 

To  springing  comfort  change  within. 

4  Be  not  to  me  a  Judge  severe, 
For  so,  thy  presence  who  can  bear  ? 
But  0  regard  my  mournful  cry, 
And  look  with  mercy's  gracious  eye. 

5  Then  grant,  0  Lord,  that  I  may  burn 
To  make  my  Saviour  some  return; 
And  be  my  heart  inspired  to  rise, 

On  wings  of  love,  to  yonder  skies. 

•J12  7,  7,  7,  5. 

x  J-^  Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

T  ORD  of  mercy  and  of  might, 
-*-^  Of  mankind  the  life  and  light, 
Maker,  teacher,  infinite  : 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

2  AVho,  when  sin's  tremendous  doom 
Gave  creation  to  the  tomb, 

Didst  not  scorn  the  Virgin's  womb  : 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

3  Mighty  Monarch  !   Saviour  mild  ! 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 


AND    PRAYER.  85 

Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled : 
Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

4  Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings  ! 

Jesus,  hear  and  save ! 

5  Who  shalt  yet  return  from  high, 
Robed  in  might  and  majesty: 
Hear  us  !  help  us  when  we  cry ! 

Jesus,  hear  and  save  ! 

11Q  c  M 

HO  gelf-fcnidl. 

A  ND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
-^-  My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends 

For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 
How  worthless  they  appear, 

Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair  ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
A  single  smile  obtain, 

Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

114  LM 

-1-  -L^E         Renouncing  the  tvorld. 

I"  LEAVE  the  world  with  willing  feet, 
-*-  Great  God,  to  find  repose  in  thee : 
Once  its  enchantments,  soft  and  sweet, 
Threw  silken  fetters  over  me. 


36  PENITENCE 

2  Vice  pointed  to  a  flowery  vale, 

Where  streams  of  pleasure  seem'd  to  roll, 
And  every  sweet,  on  every  gale, 

Press'd  through  the  senses  to  the  soul. 

3  Imagination  lent  her  aid 

To  strengthen  every  dangerous  snare ; 
But  soon  the  flattering  vision  fled, 
And  gave  its  victim  to  despair. 

4  My  youth,  restored  from  fatal  wiles, 
Has  learn'd  temptation's  power  to  fear, 

To  dread  the  world's  delusive  smiles, 
And  'scape  the  fowler's  cruel  snare. 

-I  -.  ^  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 

A  J- 1/  Renouncing  the  world. 

/HOME,  my  fond,  fluttering  heart, 

^  Come,  struggle  to  be  free ! 

Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 
However  hard  it  be  : 

My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 

But  clings  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear — 
Ye  dearest  idols,  fall : 

My  love  ye  must  not  share — 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 
'Tis  bitter  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart, 
But,  ah!  thou  must  consent,  my  heart  I 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng  ! 
Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ! 

Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 
And  now  I  break  the  spell : 
Ye  cherish'd  joys  of  early  years — 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  0  may  I  feel  thy  worth ! 
And  let  no  idol  dare. 


AND    PRAYER.  87 

No  vanity  of  earth, 

With  thee,  my  Lord,  compare  : 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

MP  C    M 

llU  Hinder  me  not. 

TN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
■*■  My  journey  I'll  pursue  : 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes  : 

"Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 
I'll  go  at  his  command  : 

"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
My  joyful  cry  shall  be, 

"Hinder  me  not:"  come,  welcome  death, 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 
-■  t  H  8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 

11  I  The  surrender. 

"M/  JKLCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

*  "     Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine—- 
Thine  entirely — 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 
2  Known  to  all  to  be*  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear, 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  thev  find  the  Lord  is  near — 
Shout,  0  Zion ! 

Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here! 


00  THANKSGIVING 

SECTION  IV. 
THANKSGIVING  AND  PRAISE. 

no  C  M« 

11(J  Ps.  xxxiii.  1-11. 

"OEJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
•"  This  work  belongs  to  you : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 
Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  : 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Those  heavenly  arches  spread, 

Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 
And  light  the  heavens  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  swelling  waves  to  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep : 

Bade  raging  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  still  their  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  stand  : 

He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  designs  : 

His  counsel  stands  through  every  age? 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

110  8s 

x  J-  v  Ps.  xcv. 

r\  COME  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

"  In  God  our  salvation  rejoice, 


AND    PRAISE.  89 

la  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  -with  one  spirit,  one  voice. 

For  Jehovah  i~  King,  and  he  reigns, 
The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne  : 

The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains, 
The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  The  sea  is  Jehovah's — he  made 
The  tile  its  dominion  to  know: 

The  land  is  Jehovah's — he  laid 

Its  -  lid  foundations  below. 
0  come  let  us  worship  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  G 
The  people  """ho  serve  him  with  zeal, — 

Thp  flock  whom  he  guides  with  his  rod. 

3  As  Moses,  the  fathers  of  old 
Through  the  sea  and  the  wilderness  led, 

His  wonderful  works  to  behold, 
With  manna  from  heaven  are  fed: 

To-day,  let  us  hearken,  to-day, 

To  the  voice  that  vet  speaks  from  above, 

And  all  his  commandments  obey. 
For  all  his  commandments  are  love. 

4  His  wrath  let  us  fear  to  provoke, 
To  dwell  in  his  favour  unite  : 

His  service  is  freedom,  his  yoke 

Is  i  urden  is  light. 

But  0.  of  rebellion  beware. 

Rebellion  that  hardens  the  breast, 
Lest  God  in  his  anger  should  swear 

That  we  shall  not  enter  his  rest. 


120 


L.  Bf. 

P.s.  c. 


V  LL  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
■^*   Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice. 


90  THANKSGIVING 

Him  serve  with  fear,  his  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed, 
Without  our  aid  he  did  us  make : 

We  are  his  flock,  he  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  his  sheep  he  doth  us  take. 

3  0  enter  then  his  gates  "with  praise, 
Approach  with  joy  his  courts  unto  : 

Praise,  laud,  and  bless  his  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  : 

His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

121  £* 

T>E  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 
-*-*  0  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear, 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  The  Lord  he  is  God — and  Jehovah  alone, 
Creator,  and  ruler  o?er  all ; 

And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own — 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  0  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and 

song, 

Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim, 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance  pro- 
long, 

And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 
And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  : 

His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternitv  stand. 


AND    PRAISE.  91 

199  7s 

J-^^  Ps.  cvii.  32-43. 

T  ET  the  elders  praise  the  Lord, 
P^  Hini  let  all  the  people  praise, 
When  they  meet  with  one  accord 
In  his  courts,  on  holy  days. 

2  God  for  sin  will  vengeance  take, 
Smite  the  earth  with  sore  distress, 

And  a  fruitful  region  make 
As  the  howling  wilderness. 

3  But  when  mercy  stays  his  hand, 
Famine,  plague,  and  death  depart; 

Yea,  the  rock  at  his  command 
Pours  a  river  from  its  heart. 

4  There  the  hungry  dwell  in  peace, 
Cities  build,  and  plough  the  ground, 

While  their  flocks  and  herds  increase, 
And  their  corn  and  wine  abound. 

5  Should  they  yet  rebel,  his  arm 
Lays  their  pride  again  in  dust ; 

But  the  poor  he  shields  from  harm, 
And  in  him  the  righteous  trust. 

6  "Whoso  wisely  marks  his  will, 
Thus  evolving  bliss  from  wo, 

Shall,  redeemed  from  every  ill, 
All  his  loving-kindness  know. 

XjLO  pSt  cxlviii. 

TTERALDS  of  creation  cry,— 

■*-■-  Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high : 

Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 

Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 


92  THANKSGIVING 

He  commanded — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  : 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise, 
Sing,  ye  stars,  3  our  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below, 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow: 
Lightning,  vapour,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  his  will  perform. 

5  Vales  and  mountains,  burst  in  songi 
Rivers,  roll  with  praise  along : 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  trees,  and  hail 
God,  who  comes  in  every  gale. 

6  Birds,  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  his  temple  door  : 

Joyful  sounds,  from  herds  and  flocks, 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks. 

7  Kings,  your  Sovereign  serve  with  awe 
Judges,  own  his  righteous  law : 
Princes,  worship  him  with  fear  : 

Bow  the  knee,  all  people  here. 

8  Let  his  truth  by  babes  be  told, 
And  his  wonders  by  the  old  : 
Youths  and  maidens,  in  your  prime, 
Learn  the  lays  of  heaven  betime. 

9  High  above  all  height  his  throne, 
Excellent  his  name  alone  : 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess, 
Him  let  every  being  bless. 


124 


L.  M. 

Creation. 


["  OOK  up,  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes 
^  To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies : 


AXD    PRAISE.  yd 

With  your  glad  notes  his  praise  rehearse, 
Who  formed  the  mighty  universe. 

2  He  spoke,  and  from  the  gloom  of  night 
At  once  sprang  up  the  cheering  light : 
Him  discord  heard,  and.  at  his  nod, 
Beauty  awoke,  and  spoke  the  God 

3  The  word  he  gave,  th*  obedient  sun 
Began  his  glorious  race  to  run  : 

Nor  silver  moon,  nor  stars  delay, 
To  glide  along  tlv  ethereal  way. 

4  Teeming  with  life — air,  earth,  and  sea 
Obey  tlr  Almighty's  high  decree  : 

To  every  tribe  he  gives  their  food, 
Then  speaks  the  whole  divinely  good. 

5  But  to  complete  the  wondrous  plan, 
From  earth  and  dust  he  fashions  man, 
In  man  the  last,  in  him  the  best. 

The  Maker's  image  stands  confest. 

6  Lord,  while  thy  glorious  works  I  view, 
Form  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew, 
Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine, 

And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine. 

±—0         The  footsteps  of  a  God. 

A  FY  God,  I  love  and  I  adore, 

^-*-  But  souls  that   love  would  know  thee 

more  : 
Wilt  thou  for  ever  hide,  and  stand 
Behind  the  labours  of  thy  hand  ? 

2  Thy  hand  unseen  sustains  the  poles 
On  which  this  vast  creation  rolls  : 
The  starry  arch  proclaims  thy  power, 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flower. 

3  In  thousand  shapes  and  colours  rise 
Thy  painted  wonders  to  our  eyes, 


94  THANKSGIVING 

While  beasts  and  birds  with  labouring  throata 
Teach  us  a  God  in  thousand  notes. 
4  The  meanest  pin  in  nature's  frame 
Marks  out  some  letter  of  thy  name, 
Where  sense  can  reach,  or  fancy  rove, 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  field  to  grove, 
o  Across  the  waves,  around  the  sky, 
There's  not  a  spot,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footsteps  of  a  God. 

A_£j\j       ah  thy  icorks  praise  thee. 

rFHE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 
■*■    In  all  his  works  appears  : 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Behold  this  fair  and  fertile  globe, 
By  him  in  wisdom  plann'd  : 

'Twas  he  who  girded,  like  a  robe, 
The  ocean  round  the  land. 

3  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heaven  your  eye  : 
Thither  his  path  pursue  : 

His  glory,  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wondering  view. 

1  How  excellent,  0  Lord,  thy  name, 
In  all  creation's  lines  ! 

Spread  through  eternity,  thy  fame 
With  rising  lustre  shines. 

5  These  lower  works  that  swell  thy  praise, 
High  as  man's  thoughts  can  tower, 

Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, 
The  hiding  of  thy  power. 

6  0  shouldst  thcu  rend  aside  the  veil, 
And  show  thy  dwelling-place, 


AND    PRAISE.  95 

i  The  souls  which  thou  hast  made  would  fail  I 
'Twere  death  to  see  thy  face. 

7  Can  none  behold  that  face  and  live  ? 
Yea.  sinners  may  draw  near  : 

The  Lord  is  kind,  and  will  forgive, 
His  love  shall  cast  out  fear. 

8  Millions  amidst  his  presence  stand, 
"Who  feel,  while  they  adore, 

Fulness  of  joy,  at  his  right  hand 
And  pleasures  evermore. 

In  -  Six  8s. 

w  *  All  things  are  of  God. 

HTHOU  art,  0  God,  the  life  and  light 
-*-    Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see : 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night. 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee: 
"Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  "When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 

And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 

Through  opening  vistas  into  heaven, — 
Those  hues,  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant.  Lord,  arc  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 
O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 

Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes, — 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless,  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  "When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 
Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 

And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye : 
"Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine. 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


96  THANKSGIVING 


L.  M. 

God  seen  in  all. 


128 

IV  TY  God  !   all  nature  owns  thy  sway : 
1VL  xhou  giv'st  the  night  and  thou  the  day: 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  breaks, 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  Or,  when  in  paler  tints  array'd, 
The  evening  slowly  spreads  her  shade, 
That  soothing  shade,  that  grateful  gloom, 
Can  more  than  day's  enlivening  bloom 
Still  every  fond  and  vain  desire, 
And  calmer,  purer  thoughts  inspire, 
From  earth  the  pensive  spirit  free, 
And  lead  the  softened  heart  to  thee. 

0  In  every  scene  thy  hands  have  dress'd, 

In  every  form  by  thee  impress'd, 

Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head, 

Or  where  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread : 

In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale, 

Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 

The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove, 

A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

4  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll, 
And  soothe  with  change  of  bliss  the  soulj 
0  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze, 
Attune  the  wondering  soul  to  praise ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize, 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favour  rise. 


129 


AND    PRAISE.  97 

L.  M. 

The  voice  of  creation. 


T^HERE  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
*■  A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower. 
Which  Tells,  0  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  thy  indulgence,  love,  and  power : 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quivering  wing, 

Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 

To  thee  a  general  anthem  raise. 

2  And  shall  my  voice,  great  God,  alone 

Be  mute  midst  Nature's  loud  acclaim, 
Nor  let  my  heart,  with  answering  tone, 

Breathe  forth  in  praise  thy  holy  name  ? 
All  Nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine. 

For  Nature  soon  shall  cease  to  be : 
LSut — matchless  proof  of  love  divine — 

Thou  srav'st  immortal  life  to  me. 


130 


C.  M. 

Lord  of  all. 


»y  HE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all, 
-*-    His  station  who  can  find? 

1  hear  him  in  the  waterfall : 

I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 
His  face  I  cannot  fly : 

I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  lives,  he  reigns,  in  every  land, 
From  winter's  polar  snows, 

To  where  across  the  burning  sand 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 
4 


98  THANKSGIVING 

4  He  smiles,  we  live, — he  frowns,  we  die. 
We  hang  upon  his  word : 

He  rears  his  red  right  arm  on  high, 
And  ruin  bears  his  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  blast  the  fields  deform — 
Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 

Sits  as  the  ruler  of  the  storm, 
And  smiles  the  winds  to  peace. 


131 


8,  6,  8,  G,  8,  8. 
Divine  magnificence. 


Q IXCE  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below 
^  Such  beauteous  gems  are  thrown, 
0  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  around  thy  throne ! 
So  brilliant  here  these  drops  of  light, 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 

2  If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky, 
With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 

Hung,  like  some  royal  canopy. 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be,  Lord,  thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What  glory  round  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noontide  hour, 
Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 

Flinging  o'er  earth  his  golden  shower, 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze  ; 
But  shows,  0  Lord,  one  beam  of  thine : 
What,  then,  the  day  where  thou  dost  shine ! 

4  Ah !  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 
That  noon  of  living  rays  ? 

Or  how  my  spirit,  so  impure, 
Upon  thy  brightness  gaze  ? 
Anoint,  0  Lord,  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  mo  for  that  world  of  light. 


132 


AND    PRAISE.  99 

\ 

6,  6,  6,  6,  7,  7. 

Divine  honours 


A  NGELS,  assist  to  sing 
-^-  The  honours  of  your  God : 
Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  sound  his  name  abroad : 
Pour  the  trembling  noise  along: 
Swell  the  grand  immortal  song, 

2  And  ye  of  meaner  birth, 
Your  joyful  voices  raise  : 

Inhabitants  of  earth, 

Your  great  Redeemer  praise : 
Let  your  loud  hosannas  rise  : 
Shake  the  earth,  and  pierce  the  skies  1 

3  Let  day  and  dusky  night, 
In  solemn  order  join 

His  praises  to  recite, 

And  speak  his  power  divine  : 
Every  hill  and  every  vale, 
Echo  with  the  sacred  tale. 

4  Ye  winds  and  raging  seas, 
With  wild,  tempestuous  roar, 

Resound,  in  mightier  lays, 

His  name  from  shore  to  shore : 
Thunders,  spread  his  name  abroad  r 
Lightnings,  flash  before  your  God. 

5  Let  every  creature  sing 
The  honours  of  our  God: 

Touch  every  tuneful  string, 

And  spread  his  praise  abroad : 
Pour  the  trembling  notes  along : 
Swell  the  universal  song. 


100  THANKSGIVING 


133 


18. 

Providence. 


TTAPPY  man  whom  God  doth  aid ! 

-*-*-  God  our  souls  and  bodies  made  : 
God  on  us,  in  gracious  showers, 
Blessings  every  moment  pours  : 
Compasses  with  angel  bands, 
Bids  them  bear  us  in  their  hands  : 
Parents,  friends,  'twas  God  bestow'd, 
Life,  and  all,  descend  from  God. 

2  He  this  flowery  carpet  spread, 
Made  the  earth  on  which  we  tread : 
God  refreshes  in  the  air, 

Covers  with  the  clothes  we  wear, 
Feeds  us  with  the  food  we  eat, 
Cheers  us  by  his  light  and  heat, 
Makes  his  sun  on  us  to  shine  : 
All  our  blessings  are  divine. 

3  Give  him,  then,  and  ever  give, 
Thanks  for  all  that  we  receive ! 
Man  we  for  his  kindness  love : 
How  much  more  our  God  above ! 
"Worthy  thou,  our  heavenly  Lord, 
To  be  honoured  and  adored  : 
God  of  all-creating  grace, 

Take  the  everlasting  praise. 


134: 


The  Father  of  mercies. 
]V  TEET  and  right  it  is  to  praise 
■**-*■  God,  the  giver  of  all  grace, — 
God,  whose  mercies  are  bestow'd 
On  the  evil  and  the  good  : 
He  prevents  his  creature's  call, 
Kind  and  merciful  to  all : 
Makes  his  sun  on  sinners  rise, 
Showers  his  blessings  from  the  skies. 


AND    PRAISE,  101 

2  Least  of  all  thy  creatures,  we 
Daily  thy  salvation  see  : 
As  by  heavenly  manna  fed, 
Through  a  -world  of  dangers  led  : 
Through  a  wilderness  of  cares. 
Through  ten  thousand  thousand  snares, 
More  than  now  our  hearts  conceive. 
More  than  we  could  know,  and  live  ! 

8  By  our  bosom  foe  beset. 

Taken  in  the  fowler's  net. 

Passion's  unresisting  prey, 

Oft  within  the  toils  we  lay : 

Sleeping  on  the  brink  of  sin, 

Tophet  gaped  to  take  us  in, 

Mercy  to  our  rescue  new. 

Broke  the  snare,  and  brought  us  through. 

4  Here,  as  in  the  lion's  den, 
Undevour'dwe  still  remain, 
Pass  secure  the  watery  flood, 
Hanging  on  the  arm  of  God  : 
Here  we  raise  our  voices  higher, 
Shout  in  the  refiner's  lire. 
Clap  our  hands  amidst  the  flame, 
Glory  give  to  Jesus'  name. 

-1    tJtJ  Q0fl   my    J-.- 

"YV^HENETB.  my  heart  is  broken, 
*  "     Before  my  grief  is  spoken, 
God  pities  my  complaint : 
And  when  he  might  reject  me, 
He  kindly  does  protect  me, 
Lest  all  my  courage  faint. 

2  By  night  his  arm  attends  me, 
And  graciously  defends  me, 
And  soft  is  my  repose  : 


102  THANKSGIVING 

The  eyes  that  watch  my  keeping, 
Are  never,  never  sleeping, 
I  cannot  fear  my  foes. 

3  By  day  his  hand  shall  lead  me, 
And  heavenly  manna  feed  me, 

Through  all  my  desert  way : 
His  beam  my  path  enlightens, 
And  more  and  more  it  brightens, 

Into  eternal  day. 

4  0  thou,  my  God,  my  Saviour, 
In  thy  celestial  favour 

Is  my  supreme  delight : 
The  more  my  woes  oppress  me, 
The  more  do  thou  possess  me, 

Lord,  with  thy  heavenly  might. 


136 


Praise  for  national  blessings. 


O  WELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song, 
^  Praises  to  our  God  belong  : 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praise  to  heaven's  almighty  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand, 
Pour  around  this  happy  land  : 
Let  our  hearts,  beneath  his  sway, 
Hail  the  bright  triumphant  day. 

3  Now  to  thee  our  joys  ascend, 
Thou  hast  been  our  heavenly  Friend : 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Peace  and  freedom  bless  our  shore. 

4  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey : 
Never  feel  a  tyrant's  rod, 

Ever  own  and  worship  God. 


137 


AXD    PRAISE.  103 

8,  7. 

National  praise. 


TTP  to  thee,  Almighty  Father, 
^    Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Throned  in  uncreated  glory, 

Hear  us,  while  our  songs  we  raise. 

2  Praise,  for  thy  unceasing  bounty, 
Pour'd  with  an  indulgent  hand  : 

Praise,  for  blessings  still  increasing, 
Crowning  freedom's  favour'd  land. 

3  While  a  nation's  heart  is  leaping, 
Mighty  in  its  gushing  joy, 

May  the  song  of  adoration 

All  its  grateful  powers  employ. 

4  Thine,  0  Lord,  shall  be  the  kingdom, 
Thine  the  power  and  glory  be, 

Thine  through  endless  ages  rolling, 
Thine  throughout  eternity. 

TOO  8>  6- 

XOO     Praise  to  our  fathers'  God. 

T  ET  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing, 

-^  Let  choral  anthems  rise  : 

Ye  reverend  men  and  children,  bring 

To  God  your  sacrifice  : 
For  he  is  good :  the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways : 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 

While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 


104  THANKSGIVING 

2  He  bids  the  sun  to  rise  and  set, 

In  heaven  his  power  is  known ; 
And  earth,  subdued  to  him,  shall  vet 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  : 
For  he  is  good  :   the  Lord  is  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways  : 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

The  Lord  Jehovah  praise, 
While  the  rocks  and  the  rills, 
While  the  vales  and  the  hills, 

A  glorious  anthem,  raise  : 
Let  each  prolong  the  grateful  song, 

And  the  God  of  our  fathers  praise. 

iqq  6>4- 

X  tJ  O    Praise  to  the  God  of  harvest. 
^HE  God  of  harvest  praise, 
-*-    In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice  : 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth : 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty, — but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot, 

Amidst  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise, 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 

With  sweet  accord : 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


AND    PRAISE.  105 

1 4-fl  : 

■i-^1-"  Sourer  or  hh:*nng$. 

T>BA£SE  to  God.  immortal  praise, 
■*■     For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days : 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy. 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  : 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field. 
F  r  the  stores  the  gardens  yield, 
For  the  vine's  exalted  juice. 

For  the  generous  olive's  use: 

3  .Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain. 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain. 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews. 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse. 

4  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand. 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  : 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'ertiowing  stores : 

5  These  to  thee,  my  God.  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  i:vr  : 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Yet  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear : 
Should  the  fig  tree's  blasted  shoot 
Drop  her  green,  untimely  fruit : 

7  Should  the  vine  put  forth  no  more, 
Noi  the  olive  yield  her  store  : 
Though  the  sickening  flocks  should  fall, 
And  the  herds  desert  the  stall  : 

8  Should  thy  alter'd  hand  restrain 
The  early  and  the  latter  rain — 
Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  vear  destrov  : 


106  THANKSGIVING 

9   Fct,  to  thee  my  soul  should  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise ; 
And,  when  every  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 


141 


8,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6. 
The  love  of  God, 


ly/TY  God  !  thy  boundless  love  we  praise  ', 
^•'-*-  How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne, 
Through  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  gilds  the  vernal  ray — 
Adorns  the  flowery  robe  of  May — 

Perfumes  the  breathing  gale  : 
'Tis  love  that  loads  the  plenteous  plain 
With  blushing  fruits  and  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  o'er  every  vale. 

3  But  in  thy  gospel  it  appears 
In  sweeter,  fairer  characters, 

And  charms  the  ravish' d  breast : 
There,  love  immortal  leaves  the  sky, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eye, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  There  smiles  a  kind  propitious  God, 
There  flows  a  dying  Saviour's  blood, 

The  pledge  of  sins  forgiven  : 
There  faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the  way 
To  regions  of  eternal  day, 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest, 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 


AND    PRAISE.  107 

And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
My  soul's  eternal  good. 

1 4-9  7s 

-1-  J-w  Divine  forbearance. 

T  ORD,  and  am  I  yet  alive, 
-^  Not  in  torments,  not  in  hell ! 
Still  doth  thy  good  Spirit  strive, 

With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell  ? 
Yes  :    I  still  lift  up  mine  eyes, 

Will  not  of  thy  love  despair, 
Still  in  spite  of  sin  I  rise, 

Still  to  call  thee  mine  I  dare. 

2  0  the  length  and  breadth  of  love ! 
Jesus,  Saviour,  can  it  be  ? 

All  thy  mercy's  height  I  prove, 

All  its  depth  is  seen  in  me. 
0  the  miracle  of  grace, 

Tell  it  out,  to  sinners  tell ! 
Friends,  and  men,  and  angels  gaze, 

I  am,  I  am  out  of  hell. 

3  Turn  aside  a  sight  t'  admire, 
I  the  living  wonder  am  : 

See  a  bush  that  burns  with  fire 
Unconsumed  amidst  the  flame : 

See  a  stone  that  hangs  in  air, 
See  a  spark  in  ocean  dwell, 

Kept  alive  with  death  sc  near, 
I  am,  I  am  out  of  hell. 

1 4-3  L  M 

-1- J-^J  Loving-kindness. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
-^-  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  free ! 


108  THANKSGIVING 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all  : 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong ! 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail . 
0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death ! 

5  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


144 


Pardoning  grace. 

LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 
For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  : 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavour, 
This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise : 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray — 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away  : 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And.  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stain'd  cross  appear. 


AND    PRAISE.  109 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless: 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 


1  AK  8,  8,  6. 

J-  tttl  Renewing  grace  extolled. 

WHEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd, 

"  "     Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 

Would  past  offences  trace  : 
Trembling,  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleased  behold,  admiring  too, 

The  power  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defiled, 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguiled, 

In  heavenly  league  agree  : 
Who  would  believe  such  lips  could  praise, 
Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways 

I  e'er  should  turn  to  thee  ? 

3  These  eyes  that  once  abused  the  light 
Xow  lift  to  thee  their  watery  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood  : 
These  hands  are  raised  in  ceaseless  prayer, 
0  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear, 

In  pure  redeeming  blood. 

4  These  ears,  that  once  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  festive  strain, 

Around  the  sinful  board  ; 
Now,  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise, 
Avoid  the  throng,  detest  their  joys, 

And  long  to  hear  thy  word. 


110  THANKSGIVING 

5  Thus  art  thou  served  in  every  part  : 
Go  on,  bless'd  Lord,  to  cleanse  my  heart, 

That  drossy  thing  refine  : 
That  grace  may  nature's  powers  control, 
And  a  new  creature,  body,  soul, 

Be  all  and  wholly  thine. 

1 4-fl  8' 7' 

-1- J-^  Glorying  in  the  cross. 

TN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

■*-  Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  : 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified : 

Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time : 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


U7 


7,6. 
Praising  the  Saviour. 


rPO  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 
-*■    My  soul  exulting  sings  ; 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favour, 
Almighty  King  of  kings. 


AND    PBAISR.  Ill 

I'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

"With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  voses 
Bedecks  the  dewy  east. 

And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast. 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

My  Saviour,  thou  shall  hear : 
0  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  thee  through  life  supported, 
I  pass  the  dangerous  road. 

With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode  : 
Then  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

And.  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  thee: 

What  could  an  ans;el  more  ? 


148 


C.  Iff. 
Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


HPHOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
•*-    We  love  to  hear  of  thee  : 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  0  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice — 
In  mercy  to  us  speak : 

And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 

3  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 
While  in  this  world  we  stay  : 

We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name 
When  all  things  else  decay. 


112  THANKSGIVING 

4  When  we  appear  iD  yonder  cloud, 

With  all  thy  favour' d  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 

And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

1  _1Q  8' 7'  8' 7' 4'  7' 

■*■  *^  Crowning  the  Saviour. 

/"1ROWX  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  hira ! 
^   R.ich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 

While  the  heavenly  concave  rings  : 
Crown  him,  crown  him  ! 

Crown  the  Saviour,  King  of  kings  ! 

2  Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 
Hark,  those  loud,  triumphant  chords ! 

Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  : 
0  what  joy  the  sight  affords ! 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ! 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 

1~  A  8,  7,  8,  7,  7,  7. 

O  \J    Christ,  enthroned  and  worshipped. 

TTARK  I  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
-"-  Sound  the  note  of  praise  above: 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  : 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne : 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 
All  above,  and  gives  it  worth : 

Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever  : 


Thine  an  everlasting  crown : 


AND    PRAISE.  113 

Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own: 

Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 

Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing: 
Bring,  0  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away: 

Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 

11  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  l" 

m'S. 
Sofigs  oj praise. 

^?ONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
^  Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
"When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
"When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born: 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth — 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  : — the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  prai3e. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  : 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  the  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  : 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy. 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


114  THANKSGIVING 

1 52  c' M 

X  fj  £j    77^  church-triumphant'' s  song. 
Q ING  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 
^  Around  th'  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here: 
To-day  the  young,  the  old, 

Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 
On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng ; 

Yet  learn  we,  in  our  low  estate, 
The  church-triumphant's  song. 

4  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain  ! 
Cry  the  redeem'd  above, 

Blessing  and  honour  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 

5  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save ! 

Henceforth,  0  death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  0  grave  ? 

6  Then  hallelujah!  power  and  praise 
To  God  in  Christ  be  given ! 

May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Renew  the  strain  in  heaven  ! 

I  O  O  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

p  LORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
^-*    Let  earth  and  skies  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
WTho  all  our  sorrows  bore : 
Sing  aloud,  evermore, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 


AND    PRAISE.  115 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load: 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  he  won : 
Sing  his  great  name  alone, 

Worthy  the  Lamb! 

3  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
Those  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  fame  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb ! 

4  Join,  all  ye  ransom" d  race, 
Our  holy  Lord  to  bless  : 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
Shouting,  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 

5  What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
Ajid  without  ceasing  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 

6  Then  let  the  host  above, 
In  realms  of  endless  love, 

Praise  his  dear  name  : 
To  him  ascribed  be 
Honour  and  majesty, 
Through  all  eternity : 

Worthy  the  Lamb ! 


116  GRACES 

SECTION  Y. 
GRACES  AND  VIRTUES. 

dPattf). 
1  ^4-  c  M 

±0-±  The  gift  of  God. 

f\Y  all  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
^-^  Thou  Giver  of  all  good, 
Not  heaven  itself  a  richer  knows 
Than  my  Redeemer's  blood. 

2  Faith,  too,  the  blood-receiving  grace, 
From  the  same  hand  we  gain, 

Else,  sweetly  as  it  suits  our  case, 
That  gift  had  been  in  vain. 

3  Till  thou  thy  teaching  power  apply, 
Our  hearts  refuse  to  see, 

And,  weak  as  a  distemper'd  eye, 
Shut  out  the  view  of  thee. 

4  Blind  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
What  misery  we  endure  ! 

Yet  fly  that  hand  from  which  alone 
We  could  expect  a  cure. 

5  We  praise  thee,    and  would  praise   theo 

more : 
To  thee  our  all  we  owe — 
The  precious  Saviour,  and  the  power 
That  makes  him  precious,  too. 

IKK  LM- 

±UO  jye  walk  by  faith. 

,fTIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

-*-   We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night: 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 


AND    VIRTUES.  117 

;  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  : 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  : 
rar  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 
;  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faithr  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 
"hough  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
:  So  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with 
lis  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 

And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 


156 


C.  M. 

Th  t  power  of  fa  ith . 


CWITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
*-    And  saves  me  from  its  snares  : 
its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 

And  softens  all  my  cares  : 
)  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
)f  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 

And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 
3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  : 
rhat  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 

And  make  the  dying  live. 
t  "Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign: 
ind  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 

Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  : 
5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise  seal'd 

"With  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  lest 

Upon  a  faithful  God. 


118  GRACES 

6  There,  there,  unshaken,  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 

At  once  to  glory  rise ! 

mC.M. 
A  living  and  dead  faith. 

~VTISTAKEN  souls  !  that  dream  of  heaven, 
-*-*-*-  And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  : 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 
'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love — 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celestial  power  : 

This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 
As  well  as  trust  his  grace : 

A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 
He  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 

Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 
And  seals  our  peace  with  God : 

Jesus  and  his  salvation  came 
By  water  and  by  blood. 


AND   VIRTUES.  119 

1  ^fi  L-  M 

■*^0  Aspiring  to  heaven. 

T  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away: 
-1-  Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 

And  while  I  listen*d  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 

That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

1  Xow,  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  mine  eyes : 
0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 
5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll : 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

159        .    LM'  . 

x  fj  V     Pursuing  the  sovereign  good. 

"jT\E.V>  >*e  my  heart  to  all  below, 
-*-'  To  mortal  joys  and  mortal  cares  : 
To  sensual  bliss,  that  charms  us  so, 

Be  dark,  mine  eyes,  and  deaf,  mine  ears. 

2  Here  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize  : 

Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 

One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 


120  GRACES 

3  Come,  Heaven  !   and  fill  my  vast  desires  : 
My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good  : 

She  was  all  made  of  heavenly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 

1  P  0  c*  M' 

-L  U  VJ       Hope  tempered  with  fear. 

T  WAS  a  grovelling  creature  once, 
-*-  And  basely  cleaved  to  earth : 

1  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 

The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 

2  But  God  has  breathed  upon  a  worm, 
And  sent  me  from  above 

Wings,  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form — 
The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 

3  With  these,  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 
And  there  delighted  stand, 

To  view,  beneath  a  shining  sky, 
The  spacious,  promised  land. 

4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain 
Has  promised  it  to  me  : 

The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain, 
As  far  as  faith  can  see. 

5  How  glorious  is  my  privilege, 
To  thee  for  help  I  call : 

I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 

0  save  me,  lest  I  fall ! 
G  Though  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own  : 
Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 

And  none  shall  cast  me  down. 

mix. 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth. 

T  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  : 

*■  What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 


AND    VIRTUES.  121 

He  lives,  lie  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 

He  lives  my  everlasting  Head. 

2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 

He  lives  eternally  to  save. 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing, 

He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

8  He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 

He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above. 

He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 

He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

4  He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 

5  He  lives  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there ! 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name  ! 
He  lives  my  Jesus  still  the  same : 

0  the  sweet  joys  the  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

-1/^9  C.  M. 

XUw    Christ  in  you,  the  hope  of  glory. 

HTO  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
■*-    If  I  depart  from  thee  ? 
My  guide  through  all  this  vale  of  wo, 
And  more  than  all  to  me. 

2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 
And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn : 

0,  they  could  plait  thy  crown  again, 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 
Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 


122  GRACES 

To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above — 

And  can  we  ever  part  ? 
4  Ah,  no  !  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journej7  to  the  grave: 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 

When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 

1  n  q  0.  M. 

lOO  2  Tim.  i.  12. 

T'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
■*-  Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name  : 
His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 
And  he  can  well  secure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 
Before  his  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


164 


7s. 
Ps.  cxxxi. 


T  ORB,  for  ever  at  thy  side 
•*-*  Let  my  place  and  portion  be  : 
Strip  me  of  my  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 


AND    VIRTUES.  123 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 
All  thy  Spirit  hath  reveal'd : 

Thou  hast  spoken — I  believe, 

Though  the  prophecy  were  seal'd. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child 
"Weaned  from  the  mothers  breast, 

By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 
On  thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Saints!  rejoicing  evermore, 
In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust : 

Him,  in  all  his  ways,  adore, 
"Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 


165 


S.  11 

Dependence  on  grace. 


"OEWARE  of  Peter's  word, 
■*~*  Nor  confidently  say, 
"I  never  will  deny  thee,  Lord," 
But,  "Grant  I  never  niay." 

2  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 
His  strength  in  God  alone : 

And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
"Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 
And  in  his  grace  confide : 

This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store  *. 
Grace  issues  from  his  throne : 

Whoever  says,  "I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none. 


124  GRACES 

fog. 

166  8'8,6' 

J-  ^S  ^S        [Translated  from  the  French,  by  Cowper.] 

Bliss  of  adoption. 

HOW  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  I 
How  pure  the  bliss  they  share ! 
Hid  from  the  world,  and  all  its  eyes, 
Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 
And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours ; 
And  if  we  love  with  all  our  powers 

The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
And  if  we  serve  with  heart  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  undisputed  claim. 

3  But  ah !  if  foul  and  wilful  sin 
Stain  and  dishonour  us  within, 

Farewell  the  joy  we  knew  : 
Again  the  slaves  of  nature's  sway, 
In  labyrinths  of  our  own  we  stray, 

Without  a  guide  or  clue. 

4  The  chaste  and  pure,  who  fear  to  grieve 
The  gracious  Spirit  they  receive, 

His  work  distinctly  trace, 
And  strong  in  undissembling  love, 
Boldly  assert,  and  clearly  prove, 

Their  hearts  his  dwelling-place. 

5  0  Messenger  of  dear  delight, 
Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night, 

Sweet  peace-proclaiming  Dove ! 
With  thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains, 
No  wish  unsatisfied  remains, 

No  task,  but  that  of  love. 


AND    VIRTUES.  125 

1G7  CM- 

OHAPPi"  soul,  that  lives  on  high, 
While  men  lie  grovelling  here ! 
His  hopes  are  fix'd  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no  secret  stings, 
"While  grace  and  joy  combine 

To  form  a  life  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 
His  God  in  secret  sees : 

Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heavenly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 
Beyond  this  world  of  time, 

Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  wants  no  pomp  nor  royal  throne 
To  raise  his  figure  here, 

Content  and  pleased  to  live  alone, 
Till  Christ  his  life  appear. 

-L  U  O  J0y  a  duty. 

CONSUMMATE  Love  !  the  list  how  large 
Of  blessings  from  thy  hand  ! 
To  banish  sorrow  and  be  blest 
Is  thy  supreme  command. 

2  Joy  is  our  duty,  glory,  health — 

The  sunshine  of  the  soul : 
The  best  encomium  on  the  Power 

Who  sweetly  plans  the  whole. 


126  GRACES 


169 


IB. 

Source  of  Joy. 

QBJECT  of  my  first  desire, 
"  Jesus  !  crucified  for  me, 
All  to  happiness  aspire 

Only  to  be  found  in  thee : 
Thee  to  praise,  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  our  bliss  below : 
Thee  to  see,  and  thee  to  love, 
Constitute  our  bliss  above. 

2  Lord  !  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny : 

Lord  !  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 

'Tis  no  longer  death  to  die. 
Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
Singly  from  thy  smile  it  flows : 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine — 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  ai  t  mine. 

3  While  I  feel  thy  love  to  me, 
Every  object  teems  with  joy : 

Here,  0  may  I  walk  with  thee — 

Then  into  thy  presence  die ! 
Let  me  but  thyself  possess, 
Total  sum  of  happiness ! 
Real  bliss  I  then  shall  prove, 
Heaven  below,  and  heaven  above. 

mSix  7s. 
Source  of  joy. 

WORLD,  adieu  !  thou  real  cheat  \ 
Oft  have  thy  deceitful  charms 
Fill'd  my  heart  with  fond  conceit, 
Foolish  hopes  and  false  alarms : 
Now  T  see,  as  clear  as  day, 
How  thy  follies  pass  away. 


AND    VIRTUES.  127 

2  Vain  thy  entertaining  sights  : 
False  thy  promises  renew'd : 

All  the  pomp  of  thy  delights 

Does  but  natter  and  delude : 
Thee  I  quit  for  heaven  above, 
Object  of  the  noblest  love. 

3  Let  not,  Lord,  my  wandering  mind 
Follow  after  fleeting  toys, 

Since  in  thee  alone  I  find 

Solid  and  substantial  joys — 
Joys  that,  never  overpast, 
Through  eternity  shall  last. 

171  LM 

•*-  •  -1-  Fountain  of  delight. 

T  THIRST ;  but  not  as  once  I  did, 
-*-  The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  : 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 

That  I  should  seek  my  pleasures  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things  ; 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 

The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows  ; 

And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  Dear  Fountain  of  delight  unknown ! 
No  longer  sink  below  the  brim  ; 

But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 
A  living  and  life-giving  stream  ! 

5  For,  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 
The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 

None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care, 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit,  than  I. 


128  GRACES 

Eobe. 


172 
H 


L.  M. 

1  Cor.  xiii.  1—3. 
AD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  JewSj 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 

Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name : 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


1 


70  CM 

•  ^  The  principal  grace. 


TTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
-"-  "Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move : 

The  devils  know  and  tremble  too  ; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 


AND    VIRTUES.  129 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease : 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

6  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 

To  see  our  smiling  God. 

1 74  c- M- 

■*-  •  ^*-  Grateful  love. 

TTOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
-*-*-  As  my  eternal  God, 
"Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 
Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 

Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine  : 

Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 

I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great, 
That  I  should  give  him  all ! 


175 


Obligations  to  love. 
/~\NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
"  Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend: 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
5 


180  GRACES 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  : 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love : 

We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

m8,7. 
Gratitude  for  pardon. 

TTAIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus ! 
-"-  Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing : 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
0  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven ! 

0  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  : 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 
Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay, 

Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 
My  Redeemer's  tenderness : 

Love  I  much  ?  I'm  much  forgiven  : 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 
Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above ! 

While,  astonish' d,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 


AND    VIRTUES.  131 

That  bless'd  moment  I  received  him, 
Fill\l  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace: 

Love  I  much  !   I'm  much  forgiven  : 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


m8,  6,  8,  6,  7,  7. 
[Translated  from  the  French,  by  Covrper.J 

Returns  of  love. 
\  LL  are  indebted  much  to  thee, 
■**■  But  I  far  more  than  all, 
From  many  a  deadly  snare  set  free, 

And  raised  from  many  a  fall : 
Overwhelm  me  from  above 
Daily  with  thy  boundless  love. 

2  What  bonds  of  gratitude  I  feel, 
No  language  can  declare  : 

Beneath  th'  oppressive  weight  I  reel — 

rTis  more  than  I  ,can  bear  : 
When  shall  I  that  blessing  prove, 
To  return  thee  love  for  love  1 

3  0  blessedness,  all  bliss  above, 
When  thy  pure  fires  prevail ! 

Love  only  teaches  what  is  love : 

All  other  lessons  fail — 
We  learn  its  name,  but  not  its  powers- 
Experience  only  makes  it  ours. 

*  •  O  Complacential  love. 

\  ND  will  th'  offended  God  again 
-^  Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  mea? 
Will  he  within  this  bosom  raise 
A  living  temple  to  his  praise  ? 

'    The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast: 
All  hail  !   I  cry,  thou  heavenly  guest ! 


132  GRACES 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  powers  within, 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Enter  with  all  thy  heavenly  train : 
Here  live,  and  here  for  ever  reign : 
Thy  sceptre  o'er  my  passions  sway  : 
Let  love  command,  and  I'll  obey. 

4  Reason  and  conscience  shall  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  thy  feet : 

To  thee  I'll  consecrate  my  heart, 
And  bid  each  rival  thence  depart. 


179 


L.  M. 

[Translated  from  the  French,  by  Cowper.] 

Cleaving  to  God. 


f\   THOU,  by  long  experience  tried, 
"    Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide  ! 
My  Love  !  how  full  of  sweet  content 

1  pass  my  years  of  banishment ! 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 
To  souls  impress'd  with  sacred  love  : 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee^ 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time — 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  : 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  not  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


AND    VIRTUES.  133 

180  aM 

±Ov  Delight  in  God. 

r\   LORD,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
"  And  on  thy  care  depend  : 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 
Thy  fulness  is  the  same  : 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied. 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  Xo  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 
But  may  be  found  in  thee: 

I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  0  Lord.  I  cast  my  care  on  thee: 
I  triumph  and  adore  : 

My  great  concern  shall  ever  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

lftl  uu- 

XO  X  Cleaving  to  Christ. 

rPKOV  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
-*■    My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart. 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !   whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart : 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  : 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  drives. 


134  GRACES 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine, 
While  thou  art  near  in  vain  they  call : 

One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  is  worth  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore : 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care: 

Depart  from  thee  ! — 'tis  death — 'tis  more  I 
'Tis  endless  ruin  !  deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie : 
Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine  : 

Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine  ! 

1QO  CM. 

LO£t  Delight  in  Christ. 

XTR  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu ! 
-*-    A  nobler  choice  be  mine  : 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 
Ye  specious  baits  of  sense : 

Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 
0  name  divinely  sweet ! 

Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honour,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign, 

With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  pleasures  all  depart, 
Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 

I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  think  myself  most  bless'd. 


AND    VIRTUES.  135 

6  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  : 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 

And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

J.OO  Delight  in  Christ. 

"\  ]~Y  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
■**■■   His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 

To  shout  his  adorable  name  : 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ : 
To  feel  them  incessantly  mine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeem' d  with  his  blood 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 

To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God. 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell, 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view  with  eternal  delight 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey : 

Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 

That  pass  in  a  moment  away  : 
The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows 

Yon  permanent  sun  will  outshine  : 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 


184 
H 


C.  M. 

Brotherly  love. 

OW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
"When  those  who  love  the  Lord 


13G  GRACES 

In  one  another  s  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word : 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part : 

When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 
Our  wishes  all  above, 

Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love. 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flow ; 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above  ; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

X  O  O        Fraternal  bond  of  love. 

rPHE  glorious  universe  around, 
-*-    The  heavens  with  their  train, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  are  firmly  bound, 
In  one  mysterious  chain. 

2  The  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky, 
To  form  one  world  agree, 

Where  all  that  walk,  or  swim,  or  fly, 
Compose  one  family. 

3  God  in  creation  thus  displays 
His  wisdom  and  his  might, 

While  all  his  works,  with  all  his  ways, 
Harmoniously  unite. 

4  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love, 
One  fellowship  of  mind, 


AND    VIRTUES.  137 

The  saints  below  and  saints  above, 

Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 
5  Lord,  may  our  union  form  a  part 

Of  that  thrice  happy  whole : 
Derive  its  pulse  from  thee  the  heart, 

Its  life  from  thee  the  soul. 

1  Q  £  L- M- 

-LOU  Christian  friendship. 

TJTOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
-■--■-  In  union  sweet,  according  minds ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo  : 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place, 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face : 

How  high,  how  strong,  their  raptures  swell, 
There's  none  but  kindred  souls  can  tell. 

5  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
When  nature  droops  her  sickening  fire  : 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 

max. 
Z ion's  friends  and  mine. 
HTHE  giddy  world,  with  flattering  tongue, 

"■■    Had  charnvd  my  soul  astr/.v. 
And  lured  my  heedless  feet  to  death 
Along  the  flowery  way. 


188  GRACES 

2  My  heart,  with  agonizing  prayer, 
Besought  the  Lord  to  save  ; 

Unseen  lie  seized  my  trembling  hand 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 

3  He  broke  the  charm,  which  drew  my  feet 
To  darkness  and  the  dead : 

From  lips  profane,  and  tongues  impure, 
With  quivering  steps  I  fled. 

4  Homeward  I  flew  to  find  my  God, 
And  seek  his  face  divine, 

Restored  to  peace,  to  hope,  to  life, 
To  Zion's  friends,  and  mine. 


TOO  6,  6,  8. 

-L  O  O  pSt  cxxxiii. 

TTOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
-*--*-  Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love '. 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet : 

The  oil,  through  all  the  room, 

Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  blest  his  feet 

8  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighbouring  hills, 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul 

Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  distils. 


AND    VIRTUES.  139 

J-v-Jt/  Benevolence. 

"LEATHER  of  our  feeble  race, 
-*-     Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind, 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 

Flows  thy  goodness  unconfined  : 
Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  walks  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  thy  wondrous  love, 

Claiming  large  returns  again. 

2  Lord,  what  offerings  shall  we  bring, 
At  thine  altars  when  we  bow  ? 

Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
"Whence  the  kind  affections  flow : 

Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 
By  the  melting  eye  expressed : 

Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast: 

3  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 
Heal  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  : 

Love,  embracing  all  our  kind  : 

Charity,  with  liberal  store  : 
Teach  us,  0  thou  heavenly  King, 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  th'  accepted  offering  bring — 

Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 

TOO  CM 

J-  O  V)  Charily. 

IDLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 
"  Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain: 

2  Whose     breast     expands    with     generous 
warmth, 
A  stranger's  woes  to  feel; 


140  GRACES 

And  bleeds  in  pity  c  er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 
To  every  child  of  grief: 

His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 
His  feet  are  never  slow : 

He  views,  through  mercy's  streaming  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He  from  the  bosom  of  his  God 
Shall  present  peace  receive  ; 

And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


1Q1  LM 

■L  *J  -1-      The  stranger  and  his  friend. 

A    POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
-^*-  Hath  often  cross'd  me  on  my  way 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 
That  I  could  never  answer,  nay : 

1  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye, 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 

2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  enter' d — not  a  word  he  spake — 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread: 

I  gave  him  all — he  blest  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again: 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ; 
For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 


ANP    VIRTUES.  141 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst, 
Clear  from  the  rock — his  strength  was  gone : 

The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on: 
I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up  : 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain'd  my  cup, 
Dipt,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er, 
I  drank  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night,  the  floods  were  out,  it  blew 
A  winter  hurricane  aloof: 

I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 
To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof: 
I  warm'd,  I  clothed,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest. 
Then  made  the  hearth  my  bed,  and  seem'd 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten- nigh  to  death, 
I  found  him  by  the  highway-side : 

I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment: — he  was  keal'd: — 
I  had  myself  a  wound  conceal' d  : 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemn'd 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn : 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd, 

And  honour'd  him  mid  shame  and  scorn. 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  I  for  him  would  die : 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will !" 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  nnT  view, 
The  stranger  darted  from  disguise: 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew: 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes! 


142  GRACES 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named. 
"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed: 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be : 
Fear  not:  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 

192 

-*-  f  w  Beneficence. 

T  ABOURERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
-*-^  And  gird  you  for  the  toil : 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline, 
Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 

And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallow'd  lore. 

3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal, 
The  erring  child  .along, 

Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 
With  prayer,  your  constant  guest, 

And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 
That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil, 

And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

lQQ  LM 

A-U  ZJ  Love  to  enemies. 

TESTIS,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be 
"    More  perfectly  conform'd  to  thee : 
Implant  each  grace,  each  sin  dethrone, 
And  form  my  temper  like  thine  own. 
2  My  foe,  when  hungry,  let  me  feed, 
Share  in  his  grief,  supply  his  need  ■ 


AND    VIRTUES.  143 

The  haughty  frown  may  I  not  fear, 
But  with  a  holy  meekness  bear. 

3  Let  the  envenom'd  heart  and  tongue, 
•The  hand  outstretch'd  to  do  me  wrong, 
Excite  no  feelings  in  my  breast 

But  such  as  Jesus  once  express'd. 

4  To  others  let  me  always  give 
What  I  from  others  would  receive, 
Good  deeds  for  evil  ones  return, 

Nor,  when  provoked,  with  anger  burn. 

5  This  will  proclaim  how  bright  and  fair 
The  precepts  of  the  gospel  are  ; 

And  God  himself,  the  God  of  love, 
His  own  resemblance  will  approve. 


194 


L.  M. 

Peace  with  God. 


T  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 
-■-  From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  : 
It  soothes  my  soul  and  calms  my  fear, 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

2  And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice 

3  Alas,  for  those  ! — the  day  is  near 
When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more : 

Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 

The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before. 

4  With  such,  I  own,  I  once  appear'd, 
But  now  I  know  how  great  their  loss ; 

For  sweeter  sounds  were  never  heard 
Than  mercy  utters  from  the  cross. 


144  GRACES 

iqn  LM- 

J.  O  tJ  Peace  of  conscience 

C  WEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest, 
^   Come  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here : 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 
0  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine : 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death,  with  all  his  terrors  near  : 

My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

5  For  then,  beyond  these  lower  skies 
New  worlds  shall  greet  my  longing  eyes : 
Blest  worlds !  where  peace  her  throne  main- 
tains, 

And  everlasting  glory  reigns. 

"IQfi  L'M' 

-L  V  \J  ji  pacific  spirit. 

rFHE  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove 

-*■    Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife : 

"Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love. 

Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ? 
2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run : 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 

For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ,  his  Son. 


AND    VIRTUES.  14c 


Resignation, 

107  C'M- 

L  v  *  Yielding  all  to  God. 

r\  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
"   And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 

And  make  thy  pleasure  mine  ! 
2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 

That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 
8  No  !   let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee. 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour  all  my  journey  through 
Thou  art  engaged  to  grant  : 

What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
:Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 
Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 

A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day. 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

G  But.  ah  !   my  inmost  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

1  Qfi  c- * 

J-  fJ  kj    Thou  shalt  choose  our  inheritance, 
A  UTIIOR  of  good,  to  thee  we  turn: 
•^  Thine  ever-wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 


14G  GRACES 

0  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide : 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel, 

That  fear  all  fears  beside. 
2  And,  0,  by  error's  force  subdued, 

Since  oft,  with  stubborn  will, 
iVe  blindly  shun  the  latent  good, 

And  grasp  the  specious  ill, — 
Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply : 
The  good  we  ask  not,  Father,  grant — 

The  ill  we  ask,  deny. 


199 


C.  M. 

It  is  the  Lord. 


TT  is  the  Lord — enthroned  in  light, 
■*■  Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
Who  has  an  undisputed  right 

To  govern  me  and  mine. 
2  It  is  the  Lord — should  I  distrust, 

Or  contradict  his  will, 
Who  cannot  do  but  what  is  just, 

And  must  be  righteous  still  ? 
8  It  is  the  Lord — who  can  sustain 

Beneath  the  heaviest  load : 
From  whom  assistance  I  obtain 

To  tread  the  thorny  road. 

4  It  is  the  Lord — whose  matchless  skill 
Can  from  afflictions  raise 

Matter  eternity  to  fill 

With  ever-growing  praise. 

5  And  can  my  soul  with  hopes  like  these 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 

No,  gracious  God  !  take  what  thou  please, 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 


AND    VIRTUES.  147 

?00  CM 

•*"  V      J/V   71771*3  (7rf  27i   7/ty  ^flflC?. 

"jV  TY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
•***■     Great  God  I   are  in  thy  hand  : 
My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 
Yet  would  I  not  repine : 

Before  they  were  possess'd  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 
Though  the  whole  world  were  gone, 

But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone 

4  "What  is  the  world  with  all  its  store  ? 
?Tis  but  a  bitter  sweet: 

TVhen  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  pricking  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 
The  honey's  mixed  with  gall : 

Midst  changing  scenes,  and  dying  friends, 
Be  thou  mv  all  in  all. 


201 


3.  M. 

Ttiy  will  be  done. 
"\|"OST  gracious  God,  reveal 
-*-*-*•  Thy  will  concerning  me  : 
"SVhate'er  I  do— -whate'er  I  feel, 
I  follow  thy  decree. 

2  The  counsels  of  thy  love 
Be  on  my  heart  impress'd, 

It  then  shall  at  thy  bidding  move, 
And  at  thy  bidding  rest. 

3  Father,  thy  will  be  done! 
To  thee  I  all  resign: 


148  GRACES 

The  sole  disposer  of  thine  own, 
Dispose  of  me  and  mine. 

4  At  thy  command,  I  go, 
Or  quietly  attend, 

Till  all  my  rests  and  toils  below 
In  rest  eternal  end. 

909  8' 8' 6' 

L\J±j  Thy  icill  be  done. 

TDATHER,  thy  will,  not  mine  be  done! 
-V   So  pray'd  on  earth  thy  suffering  Son, 

So  in  his  name  I  pray : 
The  spirit  fails,  the  flesh  is  weak, 
Thy  help  in  agony  I  seek, 

0  take  this  cup  away ! 
2  If  such  be  not  thy  sovereign  will, 
Thy  wiser  purpose  then  fulfil, 

My  wishes  I  resign  : 
Into  thy  hands  my  soul  commend, 
On  thee  for  life  or  death  depend: 

Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine. 

202  c'  M  .  . 

6J\J  •_)         Prayer  for  submission. 
T^ATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
-*■     Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  : 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend : 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


AND    VIRTUES.  149 


ftmcttttg  anli  jcofirictg. 
2(U  L* M 

a^v  j:  The  upright  man. 

|_|OW  happy  is  lie  born  and  taught, 

-*-*■  Who  serveth  not  another's  will : 

Whose  armour  is  his  honest  thought, 

And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill ! 

2  Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are, 
Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death, 

Untied  to  this  vain  world  by  care 
Of  public  fame,  or  private  breath  : 

3  Who  hath  his  life  from  rumours  freed, 
Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat : 

Whose  state  can  neither  flatterers  feed, 
Nor  ruin  make  oppressors  great  : 

4  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 
More  of  his  grace  than  gifts  to  lend: 

Whose  heart,  as  open  as  the  day. 
Fears  not  to  call  his  God  his  friend 

5  This  man  is  free  from  servile  bands 
Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall : 

Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
He,  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 


C.  M. 

I  hate  and  abhor  lying. 

ET  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name, 


205 


Their  holy  vows  fulfil  : 
The  saints,  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

Are  men  of  honour  still. 
2  True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  take, 

Though  to  their  hurt  they  swear, 


150  GRACES 

Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak, 
For  God  and  angels  hear. 

3  Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 
Nor  nattering  words  devise  : 

They  know  the  God  of  truth  can  see 
Through  every  false  disguise. 

4  They  hate  th'  appearance  of  a  lie, 
In  all  the  shapes  it  wears : 

Firm  to  their  truth;   and  when  they  die, 
Eternal  life  is  theirs. 

on  n  .  C.  M. 

£i\J\J       Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 
f~^  OD  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise, 
"    He  sees  our  inmost  mind : 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear, 

The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 
Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 

But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  : 

Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

OAH  L.M. 

—  v  6         fir0t  as  fools,  but  as  wise. 

BEHOLD  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God, 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesus'  blood! 
Are  they  not  born  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys? 


AND    VIRTUES.  151 

Can  laughter  feed  tli*  immortal  mind? 

ere  spirits  of  celestial  kind 
lade  for  a  jest,  for  sport  and  play — . 
o  wear  out  time,  and  waste  the  day  ? 

Doth  vain  discourse  or  empty  mirth 
Tell  suit  the  honours  of  their  birth  ? 
hall  they  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 
rhich  children  love  and  fools  admire  ? 

Lord,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  higher, 
ouch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire, 
hen  with  a  heaven-directed  eye, 
Ve'll  pass  these  glittering  trifles  by. 

We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
Vith  such  disdain  as  angels  do  : 
uid  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
?o  mansions  promised  in  the  skies. 


208 


ZeaL 

C.  M. 
True  zeal  eon  h  false. 


yEAL  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame 
P1   The  fire  of  love  supplies  : 
flThile  that  which  often  bears  the  name 
Is  self  in  a  disguise. 

2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild, 
Can  pity  and  forbear  : 

rhe  false  is  headstrong,  fierce,  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms. 
He  knows  the  worth  of  peace  : 

But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 

Its  party  to  increase. 
i  Zeal  has  attain'd  its  highest  aim, 

Its  end  is  satisfied, 


162  GRACES 

If  sinners  love  the  Saviour's  name; 
Nor  seeks  it  aught  beside. 

5  But  self,  however  well  employ'd, 
Has  its  own  ends  in  view ; 

And  says,  as  boasting  Jehu  cried, 
"  Come,  see  what  I  can  do  !" 

6  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain, 
And  be  applauded  here  ; 

But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain 
When  Jesus  shall  appear. 

7  Dear  Lord,  the  idol  self  dethrone, 
And  from  our  hearts  remove  ; 

And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 


209 


C.  M. 

Religion. 


■pELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
-"  Of  mortals  here  below : 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know ! 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealt 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 

Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 
Amidst  our  youthful  bloom: 

'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  0  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 

His  government  to  own  ! 
6  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear: 


AND    VIRTUES.  153 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin 
Through  my  remaining  days  : 

And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire : 
Let  -warm  affections  rise ; 

And  may  I  wait  v\'ith  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies ! 


210 


L.  M. 
The  beatitudes.— Matt.  v.  2-12. 


"DLESS'D  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
-*-*  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  : 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Bless" d  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
"Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart : 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Bless'd  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war: 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Bless'd  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  : 

They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Bless'd  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
lAnd  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  : 

From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bless'd  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  : 


154  GRACES 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Bless'd  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife, 
They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Bless'd  are  the  sufferers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  : 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

mSix  7s. 
Exemplary  piety. 
T^ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 
•*-J  Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show, 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal : 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all. 
2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal : 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 
8  Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know: 
Samuel's  call,  0  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share  : 
Let  Isaiah's  h allow' d  fire 
All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 
4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer. 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 
Isaac's  meditating  heart, 
Abrah'm's  friendship  may  I  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 


AXD    VIRTUES.  155 

5  Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
That  example  Jesus  drew  : 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show 
How  he  lived  and  walk'd  belcw  : 
Day  by  day.  through  grace  restored, 
Imitate  mv  blessed  Lord. 


212 


L.  11 

The  Christian. 


U  ONOUB  and  happiness  unite 
-"-*-  To  make  the  Christian's  name  a  praiss ! 
How  fair  the  scene,  how  clear  the  light, 
That  fills  the  remnant  of  his  days  ! 

2  A  kingly  character  he  bears  : 

No  change  his  priestly  office  knows  : 
Unfading  is  the  crown  he  wears : 
His  joys  can  never  reach  a  close. 

3  Adorn'd  with  glory  from  on  high, 
Salvation  shines  upon  his  face: 

His  robe  is  of  th'  ethereal  dye — 
His  steps  are  dignity  and  grace. 

4  Inferior  honours  he  disdains. 

Nor  stoops  to  take  applause  from  earth . 
The  King  of  kings  himself  maintains 
Th'  expenses  of  his  heavenly  birth. 

5  The  noblest  creature  seen  below, 
Ordain'd  to  fill  a  throne  above, 

God  gives  him  all  he  can  bestow — 
His  kingdom  of  eternal  love  ! 

6  My  soul  is  ravislf  d  at  the  thought ! 
Methinks  from  earth  I  see  him  rise : 

Angels  congratulate  his  lot. 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 


156  TEMPTATIONS 

SECTION  VI. 
TEMPTATIONS  AND  TRIALS. 

O  ~|  9  L-  M- 

^  ■*■  ^  As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
A  FFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
-^  Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear: 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong, 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 

Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee, 
For  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name : 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  When  call'd  by  Him  to  bear  the  cross, 
Reproach,  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  and  poverty, 

Still  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  AVhen  death  at  length  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue : 
He'll  come  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

914.  LM 

Aj  X  tt  Trial  of  Abraham. 

O  AINTS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word, 
^   Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord : 
He  will  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 


ASD    TRIALS.  157 

2  So  Abrah'm  with  obedient  hand 
Led  forth  his  son,  at  God's  command : 
The  wood,  the  lire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  ''Abrah'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 
"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried : 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bless'd  indeed." 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  delivering  power : 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 


215 


L.  M. 

The  Christian  warfare. 


A  WAKE,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
-^-  See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host : 
Awake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Here  giant  danger  threatening  stands, 
Mustering  his  pale,  terrific  bands  : 
There,  pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captives  led. 

3  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  : 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

4  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round : 
Beware  of  all:  guard  every  part, 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

5  Come  then,  my  soul,  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  : 

Put  on  the  armour  from  above 

Of  heavenly  truth  and  heavenly  love 


158  TEMPTATIONS 

6  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 
And  powers  of  earth  and  powers  of  hell  ■ 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumph'd  here, 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear ! 


216 


L.  M. 

The  Christian  warfare. 


O  TAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
^   And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on : 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  : 

Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sang  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate : 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace : 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

m  H  S.  M. 

^  J-  4  The  conflict 

]Y/T"Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
■*-*-*-  Ten  thousand  foes  arise  : 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er: 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 


AND    TRIALS.  159 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 
Nor  lay  thine  armour  down  : 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God: 

He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


218 


7.  ft 

Christian  soldiir. 


pHKISTlAX  soldier,  seize  thy  sword. 
^-     Seek  the  field  and  take  thy  station  ! 
Prince  Messiah  gives  the  word. 
Captain  of  the  saints'  salvation. 

2  Strong  the  weapons  thou  must  wield, 
Stern  the  warfare  thou  art  waging :    . 

Bind  the  helmet,  bear  the  shield.  ' 
Hell's  beleaguering  hosts  engaging. 

3  Lo,  the  battle  is  begun ! 

Lo,  Immanuel's  troops  in  motion! 
Some  the  prize  have  nearly  won. 
Some  already  seize  their  portion. 

4  Hear  ye  not  the  victor's  song  ? 
Hear  ye  not  the  captive's  crying? 

Shout!   Jehovah's  arm  is  strong: 
Shout !   the  alien  foe  is  flying. 

5  See  the  crimson  banners  wave  ! 
Hear  the  chariot's  rolling  thunder ! 

Christ  the  conquer'd  world  shall  save, 
Cleave  Apollyon's  throne  asunder. 

6  Lo.  the  ransom'd  marching  home  ! 
Anthems  loud  and  palms  victorious: 

Satan  conquer'd,  death  o'ercome. 

Crowns  secured  and  mansions  glorious. 


160  TEMPTATIONS 

9-.Q  9,5,8. 

Ld  X  O  phe  Christian  pilgrim. 

A     STRANGER,  dejected  and  weary, 
^-^-  In  exile  I  roam, 
Through  deserts  all  darksome  and  dreary 

In  quest  of  my  home  ■ 
For  there  is  my  heart  arid  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  shall  rest  before  long, 
My  pain  all  exchanging  for  pleasure, 
My  sorrow  forgetting  in  song. 

2  The  friends  that  I  love  have  departed, 

And  left  me  alone  : 
Sore  burden'd  and  half  broken-hearted, 

I  sigh  to  be  gone  : 
My  spirit  with  ardent  endeavour 

Pursues  to  that  heavenly  shore, 
Where  saints  shall  be  seraphs  for  ever, 
And  friends  shall  be  parted  no  more. 

3  0  Jesus,  if  still  thou  dost  love  me, 

Who  for  me  hast  died, 
In  pity  make  haste  to  remove  me, 

And  seat  by  thy  side: 
To  gaze  on  the  Saviour  that  bought  me. 

Or  lean  on  the  bosom  that  bled. 
And  sing  of  the  mercy  that  taught  me 
To  live  by  the  life  thou  hast  shed. 

290  8' 7' 

±j*j\j  The  Christian  pilgrim. 

T  EAD  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  us, 
-^  O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea: 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  thee, 
Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 

If  our  God  our  Father  be. 


AND    TRIALS.  161 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us, 
All  our  weakness  thou  dost  know : 

Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us, 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  wo  : 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy,. 

Love  with  every  passion  blending, 

Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  ; 
Thus  provided,  pardon'd,  guided, 

Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

mL.  M. 
The  storm. 
rTHE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high. 
■*-    Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  : 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call. 
iiy  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm : 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill, 
Control  the  waves:   say,  •' Peace,  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee : 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-toss'd  and  half  a  wreck. 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek* 

Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  mv  shatter'd  bark  aeain. 


102  TEMPTATION: 


999  us. 

mm  mm  mm  Tkt  \ 

C\  ZION  !   afflicted  -with  wave  upon  wave, 
^'   Whom  no  n:  mfort,    whom   no 

man  can  - 
With  darkness   surrounded,   by  sorrow  dis- 
may 

_  thy  strength 

2  Loud  .    I       billows  nigh   :ver- 

Wh-r 

tilinl's  the  rits  at  the  helm: 

thee,    his  ]    ~->r  thee 

defe:-  Is, 

In  BSi 

in  mercy  he 

i;  My  promise,   my  truth,  are  they  ligl 
thin :  eye* 

Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall 

bI 
Throng  tossings  IT.  bring  thee 

U  ; 

4  Forget  thee,  I  will  not!  then  cease  to  com- 

plain : 
Engl  bvc  1  :  n  my  heart  thou  dost  ever  remain : 
The  |  ..  I  ^ee 

The  wonnde  I  i  mffering  for 

thee. 

5  I  feel  at  my  heart   all  thy  sighs  in 

D  5 . 

F:r  U  a  me.  my  flesh  in 

bor.— 
In  all  thy  pain  ; 


AKD    TRIALS.  163 

6  Then  trust  me,    and  fear  not,  thy  life  is 

secure. 
My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  power  : 
In  love  I  correct  thee — thee  thus  to  refine, — 
To   make   thee   at  length   in  my  likeness  to 

shine. r? 
noq  Six  7s. 

~-^0    Christ  our  exa  '  ring, 

f~^  O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 
^-*    Ye  who  feel  the  tempter's  power: 
Tour  Redeemer's  conflict  see: 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away  : 
Learn  from  him  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  See  him  at  the  judgment-hall, 
Beaten,  bound,  reviled,  arraign'd: 

See  him  meekly  bearing  all ! 

Love  to  man  his  soul  sustain'd! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  : 
Learn  of  Christ  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  view; 
There  the  Lord  of  glory  see, 

Made  a  sacrifice  for  you, 

Dying  on  th'  accursed  tree : 
"It  is  finish'd,v  hear  him  cry  : 
Trust  in  Christ  and  learn  to  die. 

4  Early  to  the  tomb  repair, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay : 
Angels  kept  their  vigils  there  : 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
"Christ  is  risen!''  he  seeks  the  skies: 
Saviour !   teach  us  so  to  rise. 
■T).}  A  8,6,4. 

— "—  "±  Ha  II  o  w  th  is  grief. 

"T7ATHER.  who  in  the  olive  shade, 
*■     When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 


164  TEMPTATIONS 

Didst,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 

Strengthen  thy  Son. — 
0,  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 

Send  us  down  blest  relief; 
Or,  to  the  chasten'd,  let  thy  might 

Hallow  this  grief. 
2  And  thou,  that,  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 
Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 

"Thy  will  be  done," — 
By  thy  meek  spirit,  thou,  of  all 

That  e'er  have  mourn'd  the  chief, 
Blest  Saviour,  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  grief. 


225 


Joy  of  grief. 
TTOW  happy  the  sorrowful  man, 
-"■  "Whose  sorrow  is  sent  from  above  I 
Indulged  with  a  visit  of  pain, 

Chastised  by  omnipotent  love: 
The  Author  of  all  his  distress 

He  comes  by  affliction  to  know, 
And  God  he  in  heaven  shall  bless 

That  ever  he  suifer'd  below. 

2  Thus,  thus  may  I  happily  grieve, 
And  bear  the  intent  of  his  rod, 

The  marks  of  adoption  receive, 
The  strokes  of  a  merciful  God  : 

With  nearer  access  to  his  throne, 
My  burden  of  folly  confess, 

The  cause  of  my  miseries  own, 
And  cry  for  an  answer  of  peace. 

3  0  Father  of  mercies,  on  me, 
On  me,  in  affliction  bestow, 

A  power  of  applying  to  thee — 
A  sanctified  use  of  my  wo : 


AHD    TRIALS.  165 

I  would,  in  a  spirit  of  prayer, 
To  all  thy  appointments  submit, 

The  pledge  of  my  happiness  bear, 
And  joyfully  die  at  thy  feet. 


226 


10s  &  lis. 

Begone,  unbelief. 


TTEGOXE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
■*-*  And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear : 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform : 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  ?tis  his  to  provide: 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink : 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? — he  told  me  no  less  : 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their 

Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might 

live ! 
His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 

mine : 
Did  Christ,  myLord,  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine  ? 


166  TEMPTATIONS 

6  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food : 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 
And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 

song  ! 


227 


8,  8,  8. 
Jesus,  my  all. 


TITHY  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour, 
"  "     Or  tremble  at  the  tempter's  power  t 
Jesus  vouchsafes  to  be  my  tower. 
Though  hot  the  fight,  why  quit  the  field? 
Why  must  I  either  flee  or  yield, 
Since  Jesus  is  my  mighty  shield  ? 

2  When  creature-comforts  fade  and  die, 
Worldlings  may  weep  ;  but  why  should  I  ? 
Jesus  still  lives,  and  still  is  nigh. 
Though  all  the  flocks  and  herds  were  dead, 
My  soul  a  famine  need  not  dread, 

For  Jesus  is  my  living  bread. 

3  I  know  not  what  may  soon  betide, 
Or  how  my  wants  shall  be  supplied ; 
But  Jesus  knows,  and  will  provide. 
Against  me,  earth  and  hell  combine ; 
But  on  my  side  is  power  divine : 
Jesus  is  all,  and  he  is  mine. 

298  c.  m. 

~**0  Jonah's  gourd. 

i^UR  joy  is  a  created  good  : 
^  How  soon  it  fades  away  ! 
Fades — at  the  morning  hour  bestow'd— 

Before  the  noon  of  day. 
2  Joy,  by  its  violent  excess, 

To  certain  ruin  tends, 


AND    TRIALS.  167 

And  all  our  rapturous  happiness 
In  hasty  sorrow  ends. 

3  In  vain  doth  earthly  bliss  afford 
A  momentary  shade : 

It  rises  like  the  prophet's  gourd, 
And  withers  o'er  my  head. 

4  But,  of  my  Saviour's  love  possess'd, 
No  more  for  earth  I  pine : 

Secure  of  everlasting  rest 
Beneath  the  heavenly  Vine. 

90Q  8,8,6. 

•^^  t/  [Translated  by  Cowper.] 

Joy  of  the  cross. 
T  OXG  plunged  in  sorrow,  I  resign 
•■*-J  My  soul  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, 

"Without  reserve  or  fear : 
That  hand  shall  wipe  my  streaming  eyes, 
Or  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise 

Transform  the  falling  tear. 

2  Adieu!  ye  vain  delights  of  earth, 
Insipid  sports,  and  childish  mirth, 

I  taste  no  sweets  in  you  : 
Unknown  delights  are  in  the  cross, 
All  joy  beside  to  me  is  dross, 

And  Jesus  thought  so  too. 

3  The  cross  !   0  ravishment  and  bliss-  - 
How  grateful  e'en  its  anguish  is  : 

Its  bitterness,  how  sweet ! 
There  every  sense,  and  all  the  mind, 
In  all  her  faculties  refined, 

Taste  happiness  complete. 

4  Jesus,  avenger  of  our  fall, 
Thou  faithful  lover,  above  all 

The  cross  has  ever  borne  1 


168  TEMPTATIONS 

0  tell  me — life  is  in  thy  voice — 
How  much  afflictions  were  thy  choice, 
And  sloth  and  ease  thy  scorn  ! 

5  Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  be  the  same, 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  must  for  ever  blaze  ! 
To  take  the  cross  and  follow  thee, 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 

My  portion  and  my  praise. 

^U\J  Weeping  Mary. 

~A  FARY  to  her  Saviour's  tomb 
-^-*-  Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  : 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume, 

But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
For  a  while  she  weeping  stood, 

Struck  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 
Shedding  tears,  a  plenteous  flood, 

For  her  heart  supplied  her  eyes. 
2  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  his  welcome  voice : 
Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead, 

Now  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice : 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 
8  He  who  came  to  comfort  her, 

When  she  thought  her  all  was  lost, 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-toss'd  ; 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ: 
Weeping  for  a  while  may  last, 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 


A^l)    TRIALS.  169 

201  CM 

+^*J^-  Lord,  remember  vie. 

C\  THOU  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

"  I  lift  my  soul  to  thee : 

In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  with  an  aching,  burden'd  heart, 

1  seek  relief  of  thee, 

Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart : 
0  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 
This  feeble  body  see, 

Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief: 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

1  wait  thy  just  decree, 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, — 
0  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 
And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 

Then,  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
0  Lord,  remember  me. 

OQ9  B.  M. 

^•Jw  o  throw  away  thy  rod. 

r\  THROW  away  thy  rod, 

^   0  throw  away  thy  wrath ! 
My  gracious  Saviour  and  my  God, 
0  take  the  gentle  path ! 

2  Thou  seest  my  heart's  desire 
Still  unto  thee  is  bent  : 

Still  does  my  longing  soul  aspire 
To  an  entire  consent. 

3  Not  even  a  word  or  look 
Do  I  approve  or  own, 

But  by  the  model  of  thy  book, 
Thy  sacred  book  alone. 


170  TEMPTATIONS 

4  Although  I  fail,  I  weep, 
Although  I  halt  in  pace, 

Yet  still  with  trembling  steps  I  creep 
Unto  the  throne  of  grace. 

5  0  then  let  wrath  remove, 
For  love  will  do  the  deed : 

Love  will  the  conquest  gain :  with  love 
E'en  stony  hearts  will  bleed 

6  0  throw  away  thy  rod ! 

What  though  man  frailties  hath ! 
Thou  art  my  Saviour  and  my  God  : 
0  throw  away  thy  wrath ! 

oq  Q  8,7. 

^•J*J      Guide  me  with  thy  counsel. 
C\  ENTLY,  Lord,  0  gently  lead  us 
"   Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  blessing, 
0  refresh  us  with  thy  grace : 
May  thy  mercies,  never  ceasing, 
Fit  us  for  thy  dwelling -jolace. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 

Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear ; 

4  And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 

Till  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 


AND    TRIALS.  171 

go  j  C.  M.  six  lines. 

~OjZ       J£y  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

FATHER !   I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portion'd  out  by  thee : 
The  changes  that  will  surely  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see ; 
But  ask  thee  for  a  patient  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  thee. 

2  I  ask  thee  for  a  thankful  love, 
Through  constant  watchings  wise, 

To  meet  the  glad  with  cheerful  smiles, 

To  wipe  the  weeping  eyes — 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 
That  hurries  to  and  fro, 

Searching  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 
Or  secret  thing  to  know  : 

1  would  be  dealt  with  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  to  go. 

4  I  ask  thee  for  the  daily  strength, 
To  none  that  ask  denied — 

A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

"While  keeping  at  thy  side, 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

So  thou  be  glorified. 

90K  CM. 

~  *-*  **  Jacob's  prayer. 

r\  GOD  of  Abram  !  by  whose  hand 
"  Thy  people  still  are  fed — 
Who,  through  this  weary  pilgrimage, 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ! 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  : 


172  TEMPTATIONS 

God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide, 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide ! 

4  0  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  feet  arrive  in  peace  ! 

5  Now,  with  the  humble  voice  of  prayer 
Thy  mercy  we"ll  implore  : 

Then,  with  the  grateful  voice  of  praise 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore. 

93fi  us. 

^U\J  The  Lord's  prayer. 

OUR    Father   in   heaven,    we   hallow   thy 
name : 
Thy  kingdom,  all  holy,  on  earth  be  the  same. 
0  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread : 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 
2  Forgive  our  transgression,  and  teach  us  to 

know 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each 

foe. 
Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and 

sin ; 
And  thine  be  the  glory,  for  ever.  Amen. 

00^7  L-  M- 

"O  i  The  mercy-seat. 

T^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
■*-     From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat  : 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 


AND    TRIALS.  173 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  — 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet: 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat 
8  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend : 
Though  sunder" d  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd, 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat. 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat  ? 

5  There,  there  on  eagle-wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

6  0  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cgld,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mere v- seat ! 


238 


C.  11 

P*.  xxiii. 


'T'HE  Lord's  my  Shepherd:  I'll  not  want: 
■*■    He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  :  he  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  he  doth  restore  again ; 
And  me  to  walk  doth  make 

Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
E'en  for  his  own  name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 
Yet  will  I  fear  none  ill : 

For  thou  art  with  me.  and  thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 


174  TEMPTATIONS 

4  My  table  thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes : 
My  head  thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 

And  my  cup  overflows 

6  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me  ; 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 

My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 


239 


lis. 
Ps.  xxiii. 


HPHE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I 
■*■        know : 
I  feed  in    green   pastures,  safe    folded  I 
rest : 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters 
flow, 
Restores   me    when   wandering,    redeems 
when  oppress'd. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since    thou    art    my  Guardian,  no  evil  I 

fear: 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my 

stay: 
No  harm    can   befall  with  my  Comforter 

near. 

3  In    the    midst  of   affliction,    my  table    is 

spread : 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er : 
With  oil    and    perfume    thou    anointest  my 
head — 

0  what    shall    I    ask    of   thy  providence 
more  ? 


AND    TRIALS.  175 

&  Let    goodness    and    mercy,  mv  bountiful 
God, 
Still    follow  my  steps,  till    I    meet    thee 
above : 
I  seek,   by  the  path  which   my  forefathers 
trod, 
Through  the    land  of   their  sojourn,   thy 
kingdom  of  love. 


24:0 


6,  6,  G,  6,  8,  8 
Ps.  xxiii. 


rpHE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
■*-    And  he  my  soul  will  keep  : 
He  knoweth  who  are  his, 
And  watcheth  o'er  his  sheep 

Away  with  every  anxious  fear ! 

I  cannot  want  while  he  is  near. 

2  His  wisdom  doth  provide 
The  pasture  where  I  feed — 

Where  silent  waters  glide 
Along  the  quiet  mead, 
He  leads  my  feet ;   and,  when  I  roam, 
O'ertakes  and  brings  the  wanderer  home 

3  He  leads  himself  the  way 

His  faithful  flock  should  take: 
Them  who  his  voice  obey, 

His  love  will  ne'er  forsake  ; 
And  surely  truth  and  mercy  will 
Attend  me  on  my  journey  still. 

4  Let  me  but  feel  him  near, 
Death's  gloomy  pass  in  view, 

I'll  walk  without  a  fear 

The  shaded  valley  through : 
With  rod  and  staff,  my  Shepherd's  care 
Will  guide  my  steps  and  guard  me  there 


176  TEMPTATIONS 

941  *u:. 

**  -1-  ■*-  Vs.  xxiii. 

^J.  REEX  pastures  and  clear  streams, 
^-*  Freedom  and  quiet  rest, 
Christ's  flock  enjoy,  beneath  his  beams, 
Or  in  his  shadow,  bless'd. 

2  The  mountain  and  the  vale, 
Forest  and  field,  they  range : 

The  morning  dew,  the  evening  gale, 
Bring  health  in  every  change. 

3  Secure,  amidst  alarms, 
From  violence  or  snares, 

The  lambs  he  gathers  in  his  arms, 
And  in  his  bosom  bears. 

4  The  wounded  and  the  -weak 
He  comforts,  heals,  and  binds  : 

The  lost  he  came  from  heaven  to  seek, 
And  saves  them  when  he  finds. 

5  Death  may  assail ;  but  death 
Is  vanquish' d  in  the  strife  : 

Their  moment  of  departing  breath 
Begins  eternal  life. 

6  Conflicts  and  trials  done, 
His  glory  they  behold, 

Where  Jesus  and  his  flock  are  one — 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

7  When  the  last  trump  shall  sound, 
And  graves  break  up  their  sleep, 

At  his  right  hand  may  we  be  found, 
Among  the  chosen  sheep. 

94.9  7- 6- 

^ttw  Fa.  sxTii.  1-3. 


G 


OD  is  my  strong  salvation: 
What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 


AND    TRIALS.  177 

In  darkness  and  temptation, 

My  light,  my  help  is  near  : 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand  : 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 

My  soul,  with  courage  wait: 
His  truth  be  thy  affiance 

When  faint  and  desolate : 
His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen — 

His  lore  thy  joy  increase  : 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen:  — 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 


243 


L.  M. 
Peace  after  a  storm. 


YI^HEN  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind, 
"  "     And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 

Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  tk*e  I 

3  0  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn — 

That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 

I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 


178  TEMPTATIONS 

5  But,  0  my  Lord,  one  look  firm  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 

Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine  : 

Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive- 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 


244 


C.  M. 

Peace,  be  still. 


T^EAR  was  within  the  tossing  bark, 
■*-     When  stormy  winds  grew  loud, 
And  waves  came  rolling  high  and  dark, 

And  the  tall  mast  was  bow'd  ; 
And  men  stood  breathless  in  their  dread, 

And  baffled  in  their  skill ; 
But  One  was  there,  who  rose  and  said, 

To  the  wild  sea,  "Be  still!" 

2  And  the  wind  ceased — it  ceased — that  word 

Pass'd  through  the  gloomy  sky : 
The  troubled  billows  knew  their  Lord, 

And  sank  beneath  his  eye ; 
And  slumber  settled  on  the  deep, 

And  silence  on  the  blast, 
As  when  the  righteous  fall  asleep, 

When  death's  fierce  throes  are  past 

8  Thou,  that  didst  rule  the  angry  hour, 

And  tame  the  tempest's  mood, 
0  send  thy  Spirit  forth  in  power, 

O'er  our  dark  souls  to  brood! 
Thou,  that  didst  bow  the  billow's  pride, 

Thy  mandate  to  fulfil, 
Speak,  speak  to  passion's  raging  tide, 

Speak,  and  say,  "  Peace,  be  still !" 


AND    TRIALS.  179 

e)AK  8,7,8,7,8,8,7,7. 

£±0  peac6i  be  still. 

/^iNCE,  upon  the  heaving  ocean, 
^  Rode  a  bark  at  evening  tide, 
While  the  waves  in  wild  commotion 

Dash'd  against  the  vessel's  side 
Jesus,  sleeping  on  a  pillow, 
Heeded  not  the  raging  billow: 
While  the  winds  were  all  abroad, 
Calmly  slept  the  Son  of  God. 

2  In  that  dark  and  stormy  hour, 
Fearful  ones  awaked  their  Lord : 

Jesus,  by  his  sovereign  power, 

Calm'd  the  tempest  with  a  word. 
On  life's  dark  and  restless  ocean, 
Mid  the  billows'  wild  commotion, 
Trembling  soul,  your  Lord  is  there ' 
He  will  make  you  still  his  care. 

3  Jesus  knows  your  silent  weeping, 
When  before  his  throne  you  bow : 

Never,  never  is  he  sleeping 

Where  he  reigns  in  glory  now. 
If  the  world  is  dark  before  thee, 
If  the  billows,  rolling  o'er  thee, 
All  thy  soul  with  terror  fill — 
Hear  him  saying,  "Peace,  be  still!" 


24:6 


8,  7,  6.     [Measure  of  the  original.] 
[Translated  by  W.  M.  Bunting. J 

EirC  feste  Burg  ist  unser  Gott. 


A     STRONG  tower  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
-^-  To  shelter  and  defend  us  : 
Our  shield  his  arm,  our  sword  his  rod, 
Against  our  foes  befriend  us : 


180  TEMPTATIONS. 

That  ancient  enemy — 

His  gathering  powers  we  see, 

His  terrors  and  his  toils, 

Yet  victory,  with  its  spoils, 
Not  earth,  but  Heaven,  shall  send  us ! 

2  'Though  wrestling  with  the  wrath  of  hell, 
No  might  of  man  avail  us  : 

Our  captain  is  Immanuel, 
And  angel-comrades  hail  us ! 
Still  challenge  ye  his  name  ? 
"  Christ,  in  the  flesh  who  came" — 
"  The  Lord,  the  Lord  of  hosts  !" 
Our  cause  his  succour  boasts ; 
And  God  shall  never  fail  us ! 

3  Though  earth  by  peopling  fiends  be  trod, 
Embattled  all,  yet  hidden, — 

And  though  their  proud  usurping  god 

O'er  thrones  and  shrines  have  stridden, — 

Nay,  let  them  stand  rcveal'd, 

And  darken  all  the  field, — 

We  fear  not :  fall  they  must ! 

The  Word,  wherein  we  trust, 
Their  triumph  hath  forbidden. 

4  While  mighty  truth  with  us  remains, 
Hell's  arts  shall  move  us  never ; 

Nor  parting  friendships,  honours,  gains. 
Our  love  from  Jesus  sever: 

They  leave  us  when  they  part — 
With  him — a  peaceful  heart ; 
And  when  from  death  we  rise, 
Death  yields  us,  as  he  dies, 
The  crown  of  life  for  ever ! 


DECLENSIONS. 


181 


SECTION  VII. 
DECLENSIONS  AND  REVIVALS. 

247  L-M- 

^  ■*-  •  The  retrospect. 

4~\   WHERE  is  now  that  glowing  love 
"   That  mark'd  our  union  with  the  Lord? 
Our  hearts  were  fix'd  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  afford. 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 
To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known  ? 

That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 
In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 

The  sacred  jo}%  the  sweet  content, 

The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved  ? 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee : 
0  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile : 

No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
0  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile. 

24ft  C1L 

~*-yJ    0  that  I  were  as  in  months  past.  ■ 
C  WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
^  The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail' d, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 


182  DECLENSIONS 

And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise, 
For  Jesus  hides  his  face  : 

1  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 

But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  his  prey : 

Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail — 
0  come  without  delay. 

940  o-m. 

~±-*J  Inconstajicy. 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night. 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be 

As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 
8  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 

The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 
The  flattering  world  employs 

Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 
That  I  should  leave  thee  so : 


AM)    REVIVALS.  183 

Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll 

That  let  a  Saviour  go  ! 
6  Wretch  that  I  am  to  wander  thus 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross 

Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

250  LM' 

"  "  "  Inconstancy. 

rTHE  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind 
-*-    Both  represent  tlr  unstable  mind : 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew, 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are  : 

Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 
So  fickle  and  so  false  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same, 
"We  vow.  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  these  very  vows  repeat. 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return  — 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  burn — 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel — 
We  soar  to  heaven,  then  sink  to  hell. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness : 
When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be, 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fix'd  for  thee  ? 

251  C'M- 

•  "  *-  Inconstancy. 

TNFINITB  Power,  eternal  Lord, 
-*-    How  sovereign  is  thy  hand  ! 
All  nature  rose  t   obey  thy  word, 
And  moves  at  thv  command. 


184  DECLEXSIOXS 

2  But,  ah !  how  wide  my  spirit  flies, 
And  wanders  from  her  God ! 

My  soul  forgets  the  heavenly  prize, 
And  treads  the  downward  road. 

3  Great  God,  create  my  soul  anew, 
Conform  my  heart  to  thine  : 

Melt  down  my  will  and  let  it  flow, 
And  take  the  mould  divine.  . 

4  Seize  my  whole  frame  into  thy  hand  : 
Here  all  my  powers  I  bring : 

Manage  the  wheels  by  thy  command, 
And  govern  every  spring. 

5  Then  shall  my  feet  no  more  depart, 
Xor  wandering  senses  rove : 

Devotion  shall  be  all  my  heart, 
And  all  my  passions  love. 


252 


L.  M. 

Languor. 


TDRAISE  to  thy  name,  eternal  God, 

-*-     For  all  the  grace  thou  shedd'st  abroad— 

For  all  thy  influence  from  above, 

To  warm  our  souls  with  sacred  love. 

2  Bless'd  be  thy  hand  which,  from  the  skies 
Brought  down  this  plant  of  paradise ; 

And  gave  its  heavenly  glories  birth, 
To  deck  this  wilderness  of  earth. 

3  But  why  does  that  celestial  flower 
Open  and  thrive  and  shine  no  more  ? 
"Where  are  its  balmy  odours  fled? 
And  why  reclines  its  beauteous  head  ? 

4  Too  plain,  alas  !   the  languor  shows 
Th'  unkindly  soil  in  which  it  grows, 
Where  the  black  frost  and  beating  storm 
Wither  and  rend  its  tender  form. 


AXD    REVIVALS.  185 

5  Unchanging  Sun.  thy  beams  display 
To  drive  the  frost  and  storms  away  : 
Make  all  thy  potent  virtues  known 

To  cheer  a  plant  so  much  thine  own. 

6  And  thou,  bless'd  Spirit,  deign  to  blow 
Fresh  gales  of  heaven  on  shrubs  below, 
So  shall  they  grow,  and  breathe  abroad 
A  fragrance  grateful  to  our  God. 


253 


L.  Bl 

At  anchor  laid. 


4  T  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
•**-  Toiling,  I  cry.  Sweet  Spirit,  come! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay. 
But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way ! 

2   Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 

And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail: 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  tlr  auspicious  gale 

9*4  S.M. 

•*"  *  Ingratitude  deplored. 

TS  this  the  kind  return  ? 

-*-  Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? — 

Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  reduced  our  mind ! 

What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we  ! 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us.  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh : 

Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


186  DECLENSIONS 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 

And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 


255 


C.  M. 
Ps.  exxxvii. 


/~\H!  no,  we  cannot  sing  the  song 

"   Form'd  for  Jehovah's  praise  : 

Our  sorrowing  harps  refuse  their  strings 

To  Zion's  gladsome  lays. 
They  bid  us  be  in  mirthful  mood, 

And  dry  these  tears,  so  sad ; 
But  Judah's  hearths  are  desolate, 

And  how  can  we  be  glad  ? 
2  Silent  our  harps,  o'er  Babel's  stream, 

Are  hung  on  willows  wet ; 
And  Zion  we  no  more  shall  see — 

But  can  we  e'er  forget? 
Jerusalem,  thy  banish'd  ones 

Prove  anguish  and  regret, 
But  Heaven's  own  curse  shall  rest  on  them 

If  thee  they  e'er  forget. 

i)Ka  °>8- 

Lj<J\j  Backsliding  bemoaned. 

COME,  heavenly  peace  of  mind, 
I  sigh  for  thy  return  : 
I  seek,  but  cannot  find, 

The  joys  for  which  I  mourn : 
Ah  !  where's  the  Saviour  now, 

Whose  smiles  I  once  possess'd  ? 
Till  he  return,  I  bow 

By  heaviest  grief  oppress'd  : 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 


AND    REVIVALS.  187 

2  I  tried  each  earthly  charm, 

In  pleasure's  haunts  I  stray'd, 
1  sought  its  soothing  balm, 

I  ask'd  the  world  its  aid ; 
But  ah !  no  balm  it  had 

To  heal  a  wounded  breast, 
And  I,  forlorn  and  sad, 

Must  seek  another  rest: 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

3  Where  can  the  mourner  go 
And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 

Ah !   who  can  soothe  his  wo, 

And  give  him  sweet  relief? 
Thou,  Jesus  !  canst  impart, 

By  thy  long-wish' d  return, 
Ease  to  this  wounded  heart, 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn  : 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  I  rejoice,  my  Lord,  in  thee. 

2^7  L.  M. 

tJ  i  (From  the  German.] 

I  am  oppressed,  undertake  for  me. 

MY  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies, 
To  thee,  her  Source,  my  spirit  flies: 
My  wants  I  mourn,  my  chains  I  see : 
0  let  thy  presence  set  me  free ! 

2  Jesus,  vouchsafe  my  heart  and  will 
"With  thy  meek  lowliness  to  fill : 

No  more  her  power  let  nature  boast, 
But  in  thy  will  may  mine  be  lost. 

3  And  well  I  know  thy  tender  love, 
Thou  never  canst  unfaithful  prove ; 
And  well  I  know  thou  stand'st  by  me, 
Pleased  from  mvself  to  set  me  free. 


188  DECLENSIONS 

4  Already,  springing  hope  I  feel, 
God  will  destroy  the  power  of  hell : 
God,  from  a  land  of  wars  and  pain, 
Leads  rne  where  peace  and  safety  reign. 


9^ft  L.  M. 

AOO  Holy  Ghost  invoked. 

/^OME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 

^   And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love  : 

Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 

And  let  thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

2  Speak,  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise  : 

While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  0  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Numerous  around  thy  temple  gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

*dUO    Panting  for  refreshing  grace. 
OLESS'D  Jesus,  Source  of  grace  divine, 
-*-*  What  soul-refreshing  streams  are  thine ! 
0  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 

2  No  traveller  through  desert  lands, 
Midst  scorching  suns  and  burning  sands, 
More  eager  longs  for  cooling  rain, 

Or  pants  the  current  to  obtain. 

3  Qur  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing, 
Spring  up,  celestial  Fountain,  spring ! 
To  a  redundant  river  flow, 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  oelow. 


AND    REVIVALS.  189 

4  May  this  bless'd  torrent  near  my  side 
Through  all  the  desert  gently  glide : 
Then  in  Immanuel's  land  above 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love. 


260 


8,  4. 

Ps.  li.  10-13. 


/CREATE,  0  God,  my  powers  anew, 
^-y  Make  my  whole  heart  sincere  and  true : 
0  cast  me  not  in  wrath  away, 
Nor  let  thy  soul-enlivening  ray 
Still  cease  to  shine. 

2  Restore  thy  favour,  bliss  divine, 
Those  heavenly  joys  that  once  were  mine 
Let  thy  good  Spirit,  kind  and  free, 
Uphold  and  guide  my  steps  to  thee, 

Thou  God  of  love. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  thy  sacred  ways, 
With  holy  zeal  proclaim  thy  praise, 
Till  sinners  leave  the  dangerous  road, 
Forsake  their  sins  and  turn  to  God 

With  hearts  sincere. 


261 


L.  If. 

Ps.  lxxxv.  6-8. 


IDE  VIVE  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
■"  And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice  : 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
"We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

2  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say: 
He'll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace; 

But  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase 


190  DECLENSIONS 


262 


7,6. 

Comforts  restored. 


C  OMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
^   The  Christian  while  he  sings  j 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings  : 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  then  pursue 

The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new. 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say. 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 
But  he  will  bear  us  through : 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 
Will  clothe  his  people  too : 

Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 
No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 

And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens 
Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 

Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 
Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  : 

Yet  God  the  same  abiding. 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice  ; 

For  while  in  him  confiding, 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 


Aire   REVIVALS.  191 


9AQ  ,s 

•*  "  ^  Refreshing  sea-sons. 

"POUNT  of  everlasting  love, 

■■-    Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are, 

Flowing  purely  from,  above, 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 
Lo  !   thy  church,  thy  garden  now 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower: 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow, 

Mild  3-et  mighty  is  thy  power. 

2  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring : 
Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone  : 

Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 
Hear,  0  hear,  our  grateful  song, 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend : 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Widening,  deepening,  to  the  end. 

Of>J  7s. 

^Utfc  Refreshing  seasons. 

T  ORD  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
-^  E'en  on  earth  thy  temples  are! 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heaven  and  much  of  thee. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes, 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  : 
Here  thou  makest  thy  glories  known : 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise. 


192  DECLENSIONS 

4  Thus  with  festive  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  : 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  mOre, 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

2fi^  L.M. 

&VO  ha.  M..3. 

rPHE  Lord  shall  soon  his  Zion  raise, 
-*-    Her  waste  and  desolate  places  build, 
Pour  out  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, 
And  make  he*  wilds  a  fruitful  field. 

2  The  barren  souls  shall  be  restored, 
The  desert  all  renew'd  shaft  rise, 

Bloom  as  the  garden  of  the  Lord, 
A  fair  terrestrial  Paradise. 

3  Gladness  and  joy  shall  there  be  found, 
Thanksgiving,  and  the  voice  of  praise : 

The  voice  of  melody  shall  sound, 
And  every  heart  be  fill'd  with  grace. 

^00  Isa.m.  7. 

/"\N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
"  Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 
Mourning  captive, 

God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 
All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ! 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend  • 


AND    REVIVALS.  193 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 

Great  deliverance, 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

O  Ct  T  *  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 

^0<  ha.  lx.  1-3. 

C\  ZIONj  tune  thy  voice, 

^   And  raise  thy  hands  on  high, 

Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  1  oast  salvation  nigh. 
Cheerful  in  God,  Arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine  Stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade: 

His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head. 
The  nations  round  Thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new  Divinely  crowned. 

3  In  honour  to  his  name, 
Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 

And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright: 
Pursue  his  praise,  Till  sovereign  love 
In  worlds  above  The  glory  raise. 

4  There  on  his  holy  hill 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies : 
While  round  his  throne,  Ten  thousand  stars, 
In  nobler  spheres,  His  influence  own. 


CM. 

Luke  xv.  10. 


268 

f\  HOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 
"  When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
7 


194  REVIVALS. 

And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  and  errors  mourns! 
2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go^ 

And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 
8  Well  pleased,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan : 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  claims  him  for  his  own. 
4  Nor  angels  can  their  joy  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  : 
"The  sinner  lost  is  found/'  they  sing, 

And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

2fiQ  10,1L 

~\J  O  Miracles  of  grace. 

T  ET  all  men  rejoice,  by  Jesus  restored, 
■"  We  lift  up  our  voice,  and  call  him  our  Lord : 
His  joy  is  to  bless  us,  and  free  us  from  thrall, 
From  all  that  oppress  us,  he  rescues  us  all. 

2  No  matter  how  dull  the  scholar  whom  he 
Takes  into  his  school,  and  gives  him  to  see, 
A  wonderful  fashion  of  teaching  he  hath, 
And  wise  to  salvation  he  makes  us  through 

faith. 

3  The  wayfaring  men,  though  fools,  shall  not 

stray, 
His  method  so  plain,  so  easy  the  way: 
The  simplest  believer  his  promise  may  prove, 
And  drink  of  the  river  of  Jesus's  love. 

4  Poor   outcasts    of  men.    whose    souls    are 

despised 
And  left  with  disdain,  by  Jesus  are  prized: 
His  gracious  creation  in  us  he  makes  known, 
And  brin trs  us  salvation  and  calls  us  his  own. 


MISSIONS.  195 

SECTION  VIII. 
MISSIONS. 

2H  r\  6,  6,  4,  6,  6,  6.  4. 

i  "      Departure  of  missionaries. 
COUND,  sound  the  truth  abroad! 
^  Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 

Through  the  wide  world: 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done  : 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 
Satan  is  hurl'd. 

2  Far  over  sea  and  land, 

:Tis  our  Lord's  own  command, 

Bear  ye  his  name  : 
Bear  it  to  every  shore, 
Regions  unknown  explore, 
Enter  at  every  door — 

Silence  is  shame. 

3  Speed  on  the  wings  of  love  ! 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 

Bids  us  to  fly  : 
They  who  his  message  bear 
Should  neither  doubt  nor  fear? 
He  will  their  friend  appear : 

He  will  be  nigh. 

4  When  on  the  mighty  deep, 
He  will  their  spirits  keep, 

Stay"d  on  his  word  : 
When  in  a  foreign  land, 
No  other  friend  at  hand, 
Jesus  will  by  them  stand — 

Jesus,  their  Lord 


196  missions. 

5  Ye  who,  forsaking  all. 
At  your  loved  Master's  call 

Comforts  resign  : 
Soon  will  your  work  be  done, 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won  : 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun, 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 

9*7 1  "' 6* 

_  I    _L       Departure  of  missionaries, 
"DOLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean! 
-■-*■'  And  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales !    and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore : 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade,  no  more. 
2  0  thou  Eternal  Ruler ! 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean. 

Protect  them  from  all  harm ! 
Thy  presence  e?er  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be  : 
Though  far  from  us  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 


272 


8,  7,  8,  7,  4,  7. 
Miss  io  n  a  ry '  s  fa  re  well. 


VES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 
-*-    All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well. 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country  ! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 
2  Home  !   thy  joys  are  passing  lovely: 
Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ! 


MISSIONS.  197 

Happy  home  !   'tis  sure  I  love  thee  ! 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell ! 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well ! 

Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me: 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labour, 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 

How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean : 
Let  the  winds  my  canvas  swell — 

Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
"While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  Farewell !  Farewell ! 

97  Q  LM- 

&  m  tM  Prayer  for  Israel. 

A  RISE,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
-^  Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race: 
Restore  the  long  lost,  scatter'd  band, 
And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 
2  Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal, 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal : 


198  MISSIONS. 

0  God  of  Israel  hear  our  prayer, 
And  grant  them  still  our  love  to  share. 

3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ? 

Say,  shall  thy  wrath  perpetual  burn  ? 
And  wilt  thou  ne'er,  appeased,  return  ? 

4  Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 
While  Israel's  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 

m7,6. 
The  salvation  of  Israel. 
r\  THAT  the  Lord's  salvation 
^S   Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 
To  lead  his  outcasts  home  ! 

2  How  long  the  holy  city 
Shall  heathen  feet  profane? 

Return,  0  Lord,  in  pity, 
Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

3  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror, 
Thy  saving  grace  impart : 

Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 
Release  the  fetter' d  heart. 

4  Let  Israel,  home  returning, 
Her  lost  Messiah  see : 

Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 
And  bind  thy  church  to  thee. 

O/rr  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

—  i  O         Prayer  for  the  heathen. 

RISE,  Sun  of  glory,  rise, 
And  chase  the  shades  of  night, 
Which  now  obscure  the  skies, 
And  hide  thy  sacred  light : 


MISSION?.  199 

0  chase  those  dismal  shades  away, 
And  briDg  the  bright,  millennial  day. 

2  Now  send  thy  Spirit  down 
On  all  the  nations.  Lord. 

With  great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  thy  word  : 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

3  Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come 
Among  our  fallen  race. 

And  all  die  earth  become 
The  temple  of  thy  grace  : 
Whence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 
And  songs  of  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 

w  '  Q  Light  for  the  world. 

MA  HAT  is  the  world  ?  A  wildering  maze. 

"  "  Where  sin  hath  track'd  ten  thousand  ways, 

Her  victims  to  ensnare  : 
All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope, 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope. 

All  ending  in  despair. 

2  Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  those  roads, 
Bearing  their  baubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night : 
One  only  path  that  never  bends. 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep,  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 

3  Is  there  a  guide  to  show  that  path? 
The  Bible  ! — He  alone  who  hath 

The  Bible  need  not  stray  : 
Yet  he  who  hath,  and  will  not  give 
That  heavenly  guide  to  all  that  live, 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 


200  MISSIONS 

277  aM- 

~  •    •  Outpouring  of  the  Spirit. 

CPIRIT  of  power  and  might,  behold 
^  A  world  by  sin  destroyed : 
Creator,  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word :  that  healing  sound 
Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 

And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crown'd, 
Bring  forth  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning-stars  for  joy 
When  nature  rose  to  view, 

What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 
To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 

How  will  the  ransom'd  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

5  Lo!  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 
Assembling  round  the  throne, 

The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 


278 


6,  6,  4,  6,  6,  6,  4. 
Let  there  be  light. 
rPHOU,  whose  almighty  word 
-*-    Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"  Let  there  be  light." 
2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing. 

Healing  and  sight — 


MISSIONS.  20] 

Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind — 
0,  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light." 
3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  Holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight : 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  eartlrs  darkest  place 

"Let  there  be  light." 

27Q  L-M- 

u  %  %J  Thy  kingdom  come. 

A  SCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
-^  And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad: 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humole  mourners  seek  thy  face, 

Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  0  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord : 

Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored 

980  S,M' 

*•  O  U  Ps.  cxvii. 

'T'HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

-*-    Shall  sound  through  distant  lands 

Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word: 

Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 
2  Far  be  thine  honour  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, — 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


202  MISSIONS. 

981  CM' 

^OI  Isa.  lv.  12,  13. 

\  TESSIAH  !   at  thy  glad  approach, 
^*-  The  howling  wilds  are  still : 
Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 
And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

2  The  hidden  fountains,  at  thy  call, 
Their  sacred  stores  unlock : 

Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 
Upon  the  morning  gale  : 

Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  of  the  vale. 

4  Renew'd,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 
A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 

And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  Sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  peace 
The  loud  hosanna  sing : 

With  hallelujahs  and  with  hymns, 
0  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 


282 


Gs. 

[Tranalated  by  Messenger.] 

"  Die  asche." 


TDLUNG  to  the  heedless  winds, 
-1-    Or  on  the  waters  cast, 
The  martyr's  ashes,  watch'd, 

Shall  gather'd  be  at  last ; 
And  from  that  scatter'd  dust, 

Around  us  and  abroad, 
Shall  spring  a  plenteous  seed 

Of  witnesses  for  God. 
2  Jesus  hath  now  received 

Their  latest  living  breath, — 


MISSIONS.  203 

Yet  vain  is  Satan's  boast 

Of  victory  in  their  death  : 
Still,  still,  though  dead  they  speak, 

And  trumpet-tongued  proclaim, 
To  many  a  wakening  land, 

The  one  availing  Name. 


283 


6,8. 
Morn  of  Ziori' s  glory 
IV  TORN  of  Zion's  glory— 
-^-^  Brightly  thou  art  breaking, 
Holy  joys  thy  light  is  waking, 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Ancient  saints  foretold  thee, 
Seraph-angels  glad  behold  thee  : 
Far  and  wide,  See  them  glide: 
Streams  of  rich  salvation 
Flow  to  every  nation. 

2  Morn  of  Zion's  glory — 
Every  human  dwelling 

With  thy  notes  of  joy  is  swelling; 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Distant  hills  are  ringing, 
Echo'd  voices  sweet  are  singing: 
Haste  thee  on  Like  the  sun, 
Paths  of  splendour  tracing, 
Heathen  midnight  chasing. 

3  Morn  of  Zion's  glory — 
Now  the  night  is  riven : 

Now  the  star  is  high  in  heaven, 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory. 
Joyful  hearts  are  bounding, 
Hallelujahs  now  are  sounding: 

Peace  with  men  Dwells  again \ 

Jesus  reigns  for  ever  ! 

Jesus  reigns  for  ever  ! 


204  MISSIONS. 

984-  7'6- 

~*<J  J-  7%e  gospel  banner. 

"VTOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
■*^  In  every  land  unfurl' d  ; 
And  be  the  shout,  Hosanna  ! 

Re-echo'd  through  the  world: 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What,  though  th'  embattled  legions 
Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 

His  arm,  throughout  their  regions, 
Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  : 

Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious ! 
Immanuel,  Prince  of  peace, 

Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious  : 
Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 
0  Jesus,  King  of  kings : 

Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favour, 
Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  : 

The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise : 

The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

£j<ufJ  Universal  hallelujah. 

WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 


MISSIONS.  205 

2  Then,  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly. 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply  : 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
The  hallelujah  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound. 

^0\J  Universal  chorus. 

^ION  !   the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 

"   The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his 

birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling. 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon 
earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultinghj  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 

2  Tell  how  he  conieth,  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo 

round — 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation, 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crown'd. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 

ing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise  : 
Ye  angels  !   the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 

the  skies. 

2qy  11,10,8. 

"Ol  The  glorious  jubilee. 

TDEJOICE,   rejoice,   the   promised  time   is 

-"         coming, 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom; 


206  MISSIONS. 

And  Zion's  children  then  shall  sing, 
The  deserts  are  all  blossoming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 
The  gospel  banner,  wide  unfurl'd, 
Shall  wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world ; 
And  every  creature,  bond  or  free, 
Shall  hail  that  glorious  jubilee. 


288 


6s. 
Hallelujah  !  Amen  I 


T  ORD  !  let  thy  kingdom  come ! 

•"         Hallelujah !  Amen. 
Bring  the  lost  heathen  home  ! 

Hallelujah!   Amen. 
0  make  the  darkness  light, 
The  blind  receive  their  sight, 
The  day  succeed  the  night ! 

Hallelujah!  Amen. 

2  Thou  art  their  rightful  King ! 

Hallelujah!  Amen. 
When  shall  the  heathen  sing 

Hallelujah  !  Amen  ? 
Be  this  the  chosen  hour, 
Put  forth  thy  mighty  power, 
On  them  thy  Spirit  shower! 

Hallelujah!  Amen. 

3  All  nations  raise  the  song — 

Hallelujah  !  Amen. 
North,  South,  the  note  prolong— 

Hallelujah!  Amen. 
While  East  and  West  combine 
No  name  to  praise  but  thine, 
Lord,  let  that  joy  be  mine  ! 

Hallelujah  t  Amen 


DEATH.  207 

SECTION    IX. 
DEATH  AND  ETERNITY. 

9R  Q  L'M' 

£/0<S         The  living  and  the  dead. 

YV^HERE  are  the  dead  ?    In  heaven  or  hell 
"  *     Their  disembodied  spirits  dwell ! 
Their  perish'd  forms  in  bonds  of  clay, 
Reserved  until  the  judgment  day. 

2  Who  are  the  dead  ?     The  sons  of  time 
In  every  age  and  state  and  clime — 
Renown'd,  dishonour'd,  or  forgot — 

The  place  that  knew  them  knows  them  not. 

3  Where  are  the  living  ?  On  the  ground 
"Where  prayer  is  heard  and  mercy  found, 
Where,  in  the  compass  of  a  span, 

The  mortal  makes  th'  immortal  man. 

4  Who  are  the  living  ?     They  whose  breath 
Draws  every  moment  nigh  to  death  : 

Of  endless  bliss  or  wo  the  heirs, 
0  what  a  solemn  state  is  theirs ' 

5  Then,  timely  warn'd,  let  us  begin 
To  follow  Christ,  and  flee  from  sin, 
Daily  grow  up  in  him  our  Head, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 


290 


C.  It 

Job  viii.  11-21. 


rPHE  rush  may  rise  where  waters  flow, 
■*■    And  flags  beside  the  stream  ; 
But  soon  their  verdure  fades  and  dies 
Before  the  scorching  beam. 


208  DEATH 

2  So  is  the  sinner's  hope  cut  off; 
Or  if  it  transient  rise, 

'Tis  like  the  spider's  airy  web, 
From  every  breath  that  flies. 

3  Fix'd  on  his  house  he  leans:  his  house 
And  all  its  props  decay : 

He  holds  it  fast ;  but  while  he  holds, 
The  tottering  frame  gives  way. 

4  Fair  in  his  garden,  to  the  sun 
His  boughs  with  verdure  smile ; 

And,  deeply  fix'd,  his  spreading  roots, 
Unshaken,  stand  a  while. 

5  But  forth  the  sentence  flies  from  heaven, 
That  sweeps  him  from  his  place, 

Which  then  denies  him  for  its  lord, 
Nor  owns  it  knew  his  face. 

6  Lo  !  this  the  joy  of  wicked  men, 
Who  Heaven's  high  laws  despise: 

They  quickly  fall ;   and  in  their  room, 
As  quickly  others  rise. 

7  But  for  the  just,  with  gracious  care 
God  will  his  power  employ : 

He'll  teach  their  lips  to  sing  his  praise, 
And  fill  their  hearts  with  joy. 


291 


7,  6,  7,  6,  7,  7,  7,  6. 
Life  a  winters  day. 


HPIME  is  winging  us  away 
-*-    To  our  eternal  home  : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigour  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 


AND    ETEKXITY.  209 

2  Time  re  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Where  no  worldly  griefs  annoy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

OQO  8,8,0. 

-t'w  The  swiftness  or  time. 

AfY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 

-*-  -*-   Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  must  launch  through  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen: 
The  moments  swiftly  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly:  — 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 

Thou  soon  must  gasp  and  die. 

3  My  sou],  attend  the  solemn  call : 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  and  love  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  ni°:ht. 


293 


S.  M. 

Our  fathers — where  are  they? 


TTOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls 
-"■   "Which  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 
The  tide  which  hurries  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity. 


210  DEATH 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they, 

With  all  they  call'd  their  own  ? 
Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares, 

And  wealth  and  honour  gone. 
8  But  joy  or  grief  succeeds 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought, 
While  the  poor  remnant  of  their  dust 

Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

4  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell : 

No  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

5  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge, 

Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 
G  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 

We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

904  7> 6- 

*d  u  \n    The  leaves  around  me  falling. 

T^HE  leaves  around  me  falling 
-*-    Are  preaching  of  decay  : 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

Come,  pilgrim,  come  away. 
The  day,  in  night  declining, 

Says  I  too  must  decline : 
The  year  its  bloom  resigning, 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 

2  The  light  my  path  surrounding, 

The  loves  to  which  I  cling, 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing,— 


AND    ETERNITY.  211 

All,  all,  like  stars  at  even, 

Just  gleam  and  shoot  away. 
Pass  on  before  to  heaven. 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends  gone  there  before  me 
Are  calling  from  on  high, 

And  happy  angels  o'er  me 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky  : 
Why  wait,  they  say.  and  wither 

Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin? 
0  rise  to  glory,  hither, 

And  find  true  life  begin. 

4  I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come, 
A  sinner  to  salvation. 

An  exile  to  his  home. 
But  while  I  here  must  linger, 

Thus.  thus,  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  linger, 

To  heaven,  0  Lord,  and  thee ! 

£j\jU  Eternity  near. 

"PTERNITY  is  just  at  hand, 
■"  And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ; 
And  careless  view  departing  day. 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity!  tremendous  sound! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound! 
But  0 !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents,  how  divine! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care. 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer: 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

My  pardon  seal'd.  and  peace  with  God. 


212  DEATH 

4  Search,  Lord,  0  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart: 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee 

£J\)  Flight  of  time. 

C  WIFT  as  the  arrow  cuts  its  way 
^   Through  the  soft  yielding  air, 
Or  as  the  sun's  more  subtle  ray, 

Or  lightning's  sudden  glare  : 
Or  as  an  eagle  to  the  prey, 

Or  shuttle  through  the  loom, 
So  haste  our  fleeting  lives  away, 

So  pass  we  to  the  tomb. 

2  Like  airy  bubbles,  lo  !   we  rise, 
And  dance  upon  life's  stream: 

Till  soon  the  air  that  caused,  destroys 

Th'  attenuated  frame. 
Down  the  swift  stream  we  glide  apace, 

And  carry  death  within  : 
Then  break,  and  scarcely  leave  a  trace 

To  show  that  we  have  been. 

3  The  man,  the  wisest  of  our  kind, 
Who  length  of  days  had  seen, 

To  birth  and  death  a  time  assign' d, 

But  none  to  life  between  : 
Yet  0  what  consequences  close 

This  transient  state  below ! 
Eternal  joys;  or,  losing  those, 

Interminable  wo  ! 

9QT  S-M- 

** '  O  •  Balaam's  tcish. 

TTOVY  blest  the  righteous  are, 
-*--*-  When  they  resign  their  breath! 
No  wonder  Balaam  wish'd  to  share 
In  such  a  happy  death. 


AND    ETERNITY.  213 

2  "0  let  me  die,"  said  he, 

11  The  death  the  righteous  do  : 
When  life  is  ended,  let  me  be 
Found  with  the  faithful  few." 

3  The  force  of  truth,  how  great, 
When  enemies  confess  : 

None  but  the  righteous  whom  they  hate 
A  solid  hope  possess. 

4  But  Balaam's  wish  was  vain, 
Hisgheart  was  insincere  : 

He  thirsted  for  unrighteous  gain, 
And  sought  a  portion  here. 

o  May  we,  0  Lord  most  high, 

Warning  from  hence  receive  : 
If  like  the  righteous  we  would  die, 

To  choose  the  life  thev  live. 


298 


S.  M. 
Peaceful  death. 


OFOR  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 
0  be,  like  theirs,  my  last  repose, 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 
2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 

Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 
8  Their  ransom'd  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 
4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalm'd  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 

Our  praises  and  our  tears. 


214  DEATH 

5  0  for  th  ?  death  of  those, 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

0  be,  like  theirs,  my.  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward! 


299 


Ps.  xxiv.  3-6. 


WHO,  0  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er, 
Shall  to  heaven's  blest  mansions  soar  ? 
Who,  an  ever-welcome  guest,  * 

In  thy  holy  place  shall  rest  ? 

2  He  whose  heart  thy  love  has  warm'd : 
He  whose  will,  to  thine  conform'd, 
Bids  his  life  unsullied  run : 

He  whose  words  and  thoughts  are  one : 

3  He  who  shuns  the  sinner's  road, 
Loving  those  who  love  their  God ; 
Who,  with  hope  and  faith  unfeign'd, 
Treads  the  path  by  thee  ordain'd: 

4  He  who  trusts  in  Christ  alone — 
Not  in  aught  himself  has  done : 
He,  great  God,  shall  be  thy  care, 
And  thy  choicest  blessing  share. 

Qf)0  8,8,8,4. 

**  u  u  The  pilgrim's  rest. 

rPHERE  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
-*-    A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  : 
They  softly  lie,  and  sweetly  sleep, 
Low  in  the  ground. 

2  The  storm  that  wrecks  the  wintry  sky 

Xo  more  disturbs  their  deep  repose. 
Than  summer  evening's  latest  sigh, 
That  shuts  the  rose. 


AND  ETERNITY.  215 

3  Now,  traveller  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  light, 

Through  time's  dark  wilderness  of  years, 
Pursue  thy  flight. 

4  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  star  of  day. 

001  CM. 

*J\J  1.  Happy  death. 

TTTTHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

*  »   My  trembling  soul  shall  stand, 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God,  at  thy  command : 

2  "When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed, 
And  close  my  sightless  eyes  : 

WThen,  shatter' d  by  the  weight  of  years, 

This  broken  body  lies : 
8  When  every  long-loved  scene  of  life 

Stands  ready  to  depart: 
When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 

Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart : — 

4  0  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 
WThose  arm  alone  can  save, 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave ! 

5  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 

And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 

Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 
o  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast, 

May  I  resign  my  breath  '. 
And,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 

"  The  bitterness  of  death  !" 


216  DEATH 


30 


mm  T'n  Christian  t  death. 


\  >  as,  the  rose 

-^  -  _ 

to  the  grave  our  brother  g 
-ilence  there  to  rest. 
N :  more  with  us  his  tuneful  voice 

The  hymn  of  praise  shall  swell : 
H :  more  his  cheerful  heart  re;   i 

When  peak  the   S      :ath-belL 
-  V  - 

Am 
He  utters  in  his  £  -  ear 

I--.T  :■■-;;  .-:::.-  ~    -_♦. — 
Xo  more  we'll  mourn  the  absent  friend, 

B  at  er, 

end 

I     . 


308 


nPHLNK  vrho  fondly  lang 

-*-  the  grave  of  those  you  I 

Whfl  throb  with  anguish, 

!Fhey  are  singing  hymns  a" 
While  your  silem  J**£ 

Lonely  through  nights  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  1      !    test  beams  are  pla; 

Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 
2  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  L:_ 
In  hifl  gloriou3  presence  living. 

They  shall  never,  never  die. 
r     -  se  to  Isngpil 

-r  the  grave  of  those  you  1 
Pain,  snd  death,  and  night,  and  angm 

Enter  not  the  world  ■:.' 


AND  ETERNITY.  217 

•Jvl 

"Yf""HY  lament  the  Christian  dying  ! 

*  "     Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom? 
Calmly  on  the  Lord  re. 

He  can  greet  the  opening  tomb  : 
Though  for  him  thy  soul  is  mourning, 

Though  with  grief  thy  heart  is  riven — 
While  his  flesh  to  dust  is  turning. 

All  hie  i:h  heaven. 

_   S   sues  seraphic,  high,  and  glorious, 

X/.v  forbid  his  longer  stay: 
See  him  rise  o'er  death  victorious — 

Angel  him  away. 

■n  harps  are  rin_\ 
nda  unearthly  fill  his  ear: 
Millions,  now  in  heaven  singing, 

Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

OAK  I-  M. 

u  u  o 

A  SLEEP  in  Jt  - 

•*^-  From  which  none  ever  w  ikef   ::  weep  — 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  rev 
L'nbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 
2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  has  lost  his  venom""  d  sting! 

- !  peaceful 
king  is  supremely  blest : 
Nc  fc  -hall  dim  that  hour. 

That  manifests  the  Saviour's  rower. 

9!   0  for  me 
ssfdl  refuge  be : 
Securely  sn 
And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 


218  DEATH 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Affects  this  precious  hiding-place  : 
On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  , 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


306 


C.  M. 

1  Thess.  iv.  13,  14. 


HPAKE  comfort,  Christians,  when  your  friends 
■*■    In  Jesus  fall  asleep  : 
Their  better  being  never  ends : 

Then  why  dejected  weep? 
Why  inconsolable,  as  those 

To  whom  no  hope  is  given? 
Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 

And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 

2  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again, 
Victorious  from  the  dead, 

So  his  disciples  rise  and  reign 

"With  their  triumphant  Head. 
The  time  draws  nigh  when,  from  the  clouds, 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend, 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 

The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 
And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake  : 

The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge, 

And  earth's  foundation  shake  : 
The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free,  . 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high  : 
The  heavenly  hosts,  with  praises  loud, 

Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 


AND    ETERNITY.  219 

4  Together,  to  their  Father's  house. 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go. 
And  dwell  for  ever  with  the  Lord, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  wo. 
A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 

We  reach  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends,  at  last, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


307 


6,  5. 

Funeral  dirge. 


TTARK  to  the  solemn  bell, 

-"-  Mournfully  pealing ! 
What  do  its  wailings  tell, 

On  the  ear  stealing  ? 
Seem  they  not  thus  to  say, 
Loved  ones  have  pass'd  away  ? 
Ashes  with  ashes  lay  : 

List  to  its  pealing. 

2  Earth  is  all  vanity, 
False  as  'tis  fleeting : 

Grief  is  in  all  its  joy, 

Smiles  with  tears  meeting : 

Youth's  brightest  hopes  decay, 

Pass  like  morn's  gems  away, 

Too  fair  on  earth  to  stay, 
Where  all  is  fleeting. 

3  When,  in  their  lonely  bed, 
Loved  ones  are  lying  : 

Wrhen  joyful  wings  are  spread, 

To  heaven  flying  : — 
Would  we  to  sin  and  pain 
Call  back  their  souls  again. 
Weave  round  their  hearts  the  chain 

Sever  d  in  dying  ? 


220  DEATH 

4  No,  dearest  Jesus,  no ! 

To  thee,  their  Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go, 

Ransom'd  for  ever : 
Heirs  of  unending  joy, 
Theirs  is  the  victory : 
Thine  let  the  glory  be, 

Now  and  for  ever. 

O AO  C.  M. 

ti  v  O  Requiem. 

piALM,  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

^J  Fair  spirit,  rest  thee  now ! 

E'en  while  on  earth  thy  footsteps  trod, 

His  seal  was  on  thy  brow  ! 
2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath ! 

Soul,  to  its  place  on  high  ! 
They  that  have  seen  thy  look  in  death 

No  more  may  fear  to  die. 

QOQ  6s 

0\J  O        Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child. 
f"\  0  to  thy  rest,  my  child  : 
^~*    Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed, 
Gentle,  and  meek,  and  mild, 

With  blessings  on  thy  head : 
Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand, 

Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid, 
Haste  from  this  fearful  land, 

Where  flowers  so  quickly  fade. 
2  Before  thy  heart  might  learn 

In  waywardness  to  stray  : 
Before  thy  feet  could  turn 

The  dark  and  downward  way : 
Ere  sin  might  wound  thy  heart, 

Or  sorrow  wake  the  tear, 
Rise  to  thy  home  of  rest 

In  yon  celestial  sphere. 


AND   ETERNITY.  221 

3  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lips  and  eyes  so  bright : 
Because  thy  cradle  care 

Was  such  a  fond  delight : — 
Shall, love,  with  weak  embrace, 

Thy  heavenward  flight  detain  ? 
No,  angel !   seek  thy  place 

Amid  yon  cherub  train. 
q  I  A  7,  G,  8,  6. 

O  -L  U  Gone  to  rest. 

T3ROTHER,  thou  art  gone  to  rest ! 

-*^  We  will  not  weep  for  thee  ; 

For  thou  art  now  where  oft  on  earth 

Thy  spirit  long'd  to  be. 

2  Brother,  thou  art  gone  to  rest ! 
Thine  is  an  early  tomb  ; 

But  Jesus  summon'd  thee  away: 
Thy  Saviour  call'd  thee  home. 

3  Brother,  thou  art  gone  to  rest ! 
Thy  toils  and  cares  are  o'er  ; 

And  sorrow,  pain,  and  suffering  now 
Shall  ne'er  distress  thee  more. 

4  Brother,  thou  art  gone  to  rest ! 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven  ; 

And  saints  in  light  have  welcomed  thee 

To  share  the  joys  of  heaven. 
6  Brother,  thou  art  gone  to  rest  | 

And  this  shall  be  our  prayer — 
That,  when  we  reach  our  journey's  end, 

Thy  glory  we  may  share. 

m8,  7,  6. 
The  iceary  are  at  rest, 
"OROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us, 
•*-*  And  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 
And  sorrow  is  unknown 


222  DEATH 

From  the  burden  of  the  flesh, 
From  care  and  fear  released, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  The  toilsome  way  thou'st  travelled  o'er, 
And  hast  borne  the  heavy  load ; 

But  Christ  hath  taught  thy  languid  feet 

To  reach  his  blest  abode. 
Thou'rt  sleeping  now  like  Lazarus 

Upon  his  Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Sin  can  never  taint  thee  now, 
Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 

Nor  thy  meek  trust  in  Jesus  Christ 

And  the  Holy  Spirit  fail ; 
And  then  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good, 

On  earth  thou  lovedst  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  "  Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust" — 
Thus  the  minister  hath  said : 

We  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now, 

And  seal  thy  narrow  bed ; 
But  thy  spirit,  brother,  soars  away, 

Among  the  faithful  blest, 
Wrhere  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

5  And  when  the  Lord  shall  summon  us, 
Whom  thou  hast  left  behind, 

May  we,  untainted  by  the  world, 

As  sure  a  welcome  find ! 
May  each,  like  thee,  depart  in  peace, 

To  be  a  glorious  guest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest ! 


AND    ETERNITY.  223 

• )  l  —  2%e  summons. 

tt  CPIRIT,  leave  thy  house  of  clay: 

^  Lingering  dust,  resign  thy  breath: 
Spirit,  cast  thy  chains  away : 

Dust,  be  thou  dissolved  in  death:'* 
Thus  thy  guardian  angel  spoke, 

As  he  watch'd  thy  dying  bed: 
As  the  bonds  of  life  he  broke, 

And  the  ransom'd  captive  fled. 

2  ''Prisoner,  long  detain'd  below, 
Prisoner,  now  with  freedom  blest, 

Welcome,  from  a  world  of  wo — 

Welcome  to  a  land  of  rest:" 
Thus  thy  guardian  angel  sang, 

As  he  bore  thy  soul  on  high, 
While  with  hallelujahs  rang 

All  the  region  of  the  sky. 

3  Grave,  the  guardian  of  our  dust, 
Grave,  the  treasury  of  the  skies, 

Every  atom  of  thy  trust 

Rests  in  hope  again  to  rise: 
Hark!   the  judgment  trumpet  calls — 

"  Soul,  rebuild  thy  house  of  clay, 
Immortality  thy  walls, 

And  eternity  thy  day." 


313 


6,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8. 
The  translation. 


rFHIS  place  is  holy  ground  : 
-*-    World,  with  thy  cares  away  ! 
Silence  and  darkness  reign  around  ; 
But,  lo  !   the  break  of  day : 
What  bright  and  sudden  dawn  appears, 
Co  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears  1 


224  DEATH 

2  'Tis  not  the  morning  light. 
That  wakes  the  lark  to  sing: 

'Tis  Dot  a  meteor  of  the  night, 

Not  track  of  angel's  wing: 
It  is  an  uncreated  beam. 
Like  that  which  shone  in  Jacob's  dream. 

3  Eternity  and  time 

Meet  for  a  moment  here  : 
From  earth  to  heaven,  a  scale  sublime 

Rested  on  either  sphere. 
Whose  steps  a  saintly  figure  I 
By  death's  cold  hand  led  home  to  God. 

4  He  landed  in  our  view, 
Midst  naming  hosts  above. 

Whose  ranks  stood  silent,  while  he  drew 
Nigh  to  the  throne  of  love. 
And  meekly  took  the  lowest  seat. 
Yet  nearest  his  Redeemer's  feet. 

5  Behold  the  bed  of  death. 
This  pale  and  lovely  clay  ! 

Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath ! 
Mark'd  ye  the  eye's  last  ray  ? 
No  : — life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be. 
It  lapsed  in  immortality. 

6  Bury  the  dead — and  weep 
In  stillness  o'er  the  Loss: 

Bury  the  dead: — in  Christ  they  sleep 
Who  bore  on  earth  his  cr  Be  ; 
And  from  the  grave  their  dust  shall  rise. 
In  his  o^n  image,  to  the  skies. 

*->  -L~2:     7V;  r^urreelion  of  the  body. 
'THROUGH    sorrow's   night,    and    danger i 
■*-        path. 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 


AND    ETERNITY.  225 

We.  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 
And  all  our  powers  decay, 

Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labours  done,  securely  laid 
In  this  our  last  retreat. 

Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust. 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 
The  vital  spark  shall  lie  : 

For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise 
T o  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too.  this  little  dust. 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 

Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays. 

And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

Q1K  C  M 

ZJ  J-  fj 

11 OW  long  shall  Death,  the  tyr; 

■"-  And  triumph  o'er  the  just  ? 
How  long  the  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lie  mingled  with  the  dust  ? 

2  Lo  !   I  behol  I  the  scattered  shades  . 
The  dawn  of  heaven  appears  : 

The  bright,  immortal  m  _       read? 

[Is  blushes  -  spheres. 

3  I  see  the  Loi  1  >f  glory  come, 
And  far:::-  _-  g  md  : 


226  DEATH 

The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room: 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

4  I  hear  the  voice,  "Ye  dead,  arise!" 
And,  lo  !   the  graves  obey  ; 

And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5  0  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 
Among  them,  clothed  in  white: 

The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 


S16 


C.  M. 

O  -L  U     Resurrection  of  the  Christian. 
1V/TY  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
-*-*-*•  And  trample  on  the  tombs : 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes : 
Ere  long  I  know  he  shall  appear, 

In  power  and  glory  great ; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquish' d  at  his  feet. 

2  When  God  shall  stand  upon  the  earth, 

Him  there  mine  eyes  shall  see : 
My  flesh  shall  feel  a  second  birth, 

And  ever  with  him  be. 
How  long,  dear  Saviour !  0  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay ! 
0  hasten  thine  appearance,  Lord, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


317 


L.  M. 

Ps.  xvi.  8-11. 


WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart, — rejoice,  my  tongue, — 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


AND    ETERNITY.  2'21 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  ray  head. 
Yet.  gracious  God.  thou  wilt  not  leave 

My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey. 
Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high : 

Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace 

("Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

01  O  s-  7>  s-  "■  s-  s-  "• 
O  A.  O  Xh  t  ju  dg  m  en  t . 

p  REAT  God.  what  do  I  see  and  hear  I 
^^  The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear. 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
The  trumpet  sounds  !   the  graves  restore 
The  dead  wnich  they  contained  before  : 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 
At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 

No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 

His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears, 
Behold  his  wrath  prevailing. 

For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing : 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone  : 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 


228  DEATH 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 

The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated : 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 


319 


11,  12. 

The  judgment. 


HTHE  chariot !  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll 

■*■        in  fire, 

As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his 

ire : 
Lo,  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of 

cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead 

are  bow'd. 

2  The  glory !    the   glory !    around   him   are 

pour'd 

Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the 
Lord; 

And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are 
there, 

And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  vic- 
tory wear  ! 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have 

all  heard : 
Lo,  the  deptfrs  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel 

are  stirr'd ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south, 

from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come 

forth  !  " 


AND    ETERNITY.  229 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones 

are  all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders 

are  met ! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And   the    doom    of   eternity   hangs    on    his 
word. 

5  0  mercy  !  0  mercy !  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked 

are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in 

heaven ! 


320 


8,  8,  6. 
Appreh  ension  of  judgment. 


T\rHEX  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,   shalt 

*  ^         come 
To  take  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace : 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day : 


280  DEATH 

Thv  pardoning  voice,  0  let  me  hear, 
To  still  iny  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 
4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
VTheiie'er  tlr  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face : 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

DO-l  8,  8,  8. 

^w^-  Dies  irce. 

nPHE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
-*-    Shall  the  whole  world  in  ashes  lay, 
As  David  and  the  prophets  say. 
The  last  loud  trumpet's  wondrous  sound 
Shall  through  the  rending  tombs  rebound, 
And  wake  the  nations  under  ground. 

2  Nature  and  Death  shall,  with  surprise, 
Behold  the  pale  offender  rise, 

And  view  the  Judge  with  conscious  eyes. 
Then  shall,  with  universal  dread, 
The  sacred  mystic  book  be  read 
To  try  the  living  and  the  dead. 

3  Thou  mighty,  formidable  King, 
Thou  mercy's  unexhausted  spring, 
Some  comfortable  pity  bring: 
Forget  not  what  my  ransom  cost : 
Nor  let  my  dear-bought  soul  be  lost, 
In  storms  of  guilty  terror  tost. 

4  Thou  who  for  me  didst  feel  such  pain, 
"Whose  precious  blood  the  cross  did  stain, 
Let  not  those  agonies  he  vain. 

Thou  who  wast  move  1  with  Mary's  grief, 
And  by  absolving  of  the  thief, 
Hast  given  me  hope,  now  give  relief. 


AND    ETERNITY.  231 

5  Give  my  exalted  soul  a  place 
Among  thy  chosen  right-hand  race, 
The  sons  of  God,  and  heirs  of  grace. 
Prostrate,  my  contrite  heart  I  rend, 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend, 
Do  not  forsake  me  in  my  end. 


322 


<  s. 
Come,  Lord  Jesus. 


/^OME,  Desire  of  nations,  come  ! 
^  Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom! 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride : 
Come,  and  take  us  to  thy  side ! 

2  Thou,  who  hast  our  place  prepared, 
Make  us  meet  for  our  reward  ! 

Then  with  all  thy  saints  descend! 
Then  our  earthly  trials  end. 

3  Mindful  of  thy  chosen  race, 
Shorten  these  vindictive  days ! 
"Who  for  full  redemption  groan, 
Hear  us  now,  and  save  thine  own! 

4  Xow  destroy  the  man  of  sin  : 
Now  thine  ancient  flock  bring  in ! 
Fill?d  with  righteousness  divine, 
Claim  a  ransom' d  world  for  thine  ! 

5  Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here ! 
Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear : 
Speak  the  sacred  number  seal'd: 
Speak  the  mystery  reveal'd  ! 

6  Take  to  thee  thy  royal  power : 
Reign,  when  sin  shall  be  no  more : 
Reign,  when  death  shall  no  more  be : 
Reign  to  all  eternity. 


232  DEATH 

OLO  Risin9  t0  God 

T^JOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
-^    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 

So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 

And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Q9J.  s  M 

*J~~£  A  better  country. 

TDROM  Egypt's  bondage  come, 
-*~    Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  a  new,  a  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain. 

2  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And,  every  conflict  o'er, 

We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 
Ncr  thirst  nor  hunger  more. 

3  There  in  celestial  strains 
Enraptured  myriads  sing  ; 


AND    ETERNITY.  233 

And  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 

For  God  himself  is  King. 
4  We  hope  to  join  the  throng, 

And  soon  their  pleasure  share, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 

With  all  the  ransom' d  there. 

*Jm^O  Returning  to  Zion. 

(^WR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground, 
^   We  seek  that  promised  soil : 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 
And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  : 

Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  Our  powers  are  oft  dissolved  away 
In  ecstasies  of  love  ; 

And  while  our  bodies  wander  here 
Our  souls  are  fix'd  above. 

4  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 
Refining  as  we  run  ; 

But  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 

32fi  7,  6. 

*J  **  "  Looking  forward. 

"pROM  every  earthly  pleasure, 
-*-    From  every  transient  joy, 
From  every  mortal  treasure 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die, — 
No  longer  these  desiring, — 

Upwards  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 


234  DEATH 

2  From  every  piercing  sorrow 

That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
Or  threatens  us  to-rnorrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away: 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending 

In  infinite  delight. 

8  ?Tis  true  we  are  but  strangers 

And  sojourners  below  : 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go  : 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 

Yet  there's  a  rest  above  ; 
And  onward  still  we're  pressing 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 


32 


C.  M. 

I  Heaven  desired. 


'T'HE  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies, 
■*■    When  hastening  fondly  home, 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies 

Where  idler  warblers  roam  : 
But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay. 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 

Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

2  So  grant  me.  Lord,  from  every  care 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 
Aloft,  through  virtue's  purer  air, 

To  urge  my  course  to  thee : 
No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay, 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs — 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 

Thv  freedom  in  her  wings. 


AND    ETERNITY.  235 

tJwO  Longing  for  heaven. 

DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 

Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  0  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour  crown' d  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall : 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  0  what  amazing  joys  they  feel 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 

And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 
That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 

And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love? 

o9q  c.  m. 

UWt/  Longing  for  heaven. 

TUTHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
-*-    The  place  of  thine  abode  : 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God ! 


236  DEATH 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 
And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight , 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense 
To  gaze  upon  thy  throne : 

Pleasure  springs  fresh  for  ever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 

4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen, 
In  shining  ranks  they  move, 

And  drink  immortal  vigour  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall : 

With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  host 
In  duty  and  in  bliss, 

While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess. 

7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  shall  lie  : 

Thus,  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Unmeasurably  high. 


330 


Longing  for  heaven. 

\/HE  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
■■"    And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known  : 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise- 
He  forni'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  : 
While  others  sank  down  in  despair, 

Confirm' d  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 


AND    ETERNITY.  237 

2  Ye  saints  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 

His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 
He  snatch'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransom'd  from  death  and  despair  : 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  0  when  will  the  period  appear 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 

I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong. 
I'm  fetter'd  and  chain'd  up  in  clay : 

1  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  : 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away. 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see. 
1  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name. 
I  want — 0,  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

Q9  1  ~,  C,  7,  6,  7,  7,  7,  7. 

O  O  A  Longing  for  heaven. 

"DURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

■*-*  To  my  raptured  vision, 

All  th'  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 
Round  the  bright  elysian  : 

Lo  !   we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 

Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 

Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

Ope  the  gates  of  paradise ! 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 
Freely  flash  before  him  : 


238  DEATH 

Myriads.  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him : 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  fame : 
Lutes,  of  lucid  gold,  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  : 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princely  station, 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  his  great  salvation, 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy  !  holy  !   holy  One. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us : 

Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus.  Jesus,  Jesus  ! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus  flow  along. 


332 


Rev.  vii.  13-17 


M/JlAT  are  these  in  bright  array  ? 
*  "     This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? — 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

>~ew  dominion  every  hour." 
2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 

These  from  great  affliction  came: 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

SeaVd  with  his  eternal  name, 


AND    ETERNITY.  '239 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 
3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed : 
Them  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears  ; 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 


333 


Heaven. 


ID  ALMS  of  glory,  raiment  bright,        , 
•*-     Crowns  that  never  fade  away, 
Gird  and  deck  the  saints  in  light, 

Priests  and  kings  and  conquerors  they. 

2  Yet  the  conquerors  bring  their  palms 
To  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne ; 

And  proclaim  in  joyful  psalms 
Victory  through  his  cross  alone. 

3  Kings,  for  harps,  their  crowns  resign, 
Crying,  as  they  strike  the  chords, 

"  Take  the  kingdom — it  is  thine, 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords. n 

4  Round  the  altar  priests  confess, 
If  their  robes  are  white  as  snow, 

'Twas  the  Saviour's  righteousness 
And  his  blood  that  made  them  so. 

5  Who  were  these  ?     On  earth  they  dwelt, 
Sinners  once  of  Adam's  race  ; 

Guilt  and  fear  and  suffering  felt. 
But  -were  saved  by  sovereign  gracB 


240    '  DEATH 

6  They  were  mortal,  too,  like  us  : 
Ah  !  when  we,  like  them,  shall  die, 

May  our  souls,  translated  thus, 
Triumph,  reign,  and  shine  on  high. 


334 


( 8. 

Heaven. 


TT1GH  in  yonder  realms  of  light 
-*-*•   Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Tmmanuel's  love  ! 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  wo. 

2  Oft  the  big,  unbidden  tear, 
Stealing  down  the  furrow'd  cheek, 

Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  wo  they  could  not  speak. 
But,  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never,  never  weep  again ! 

3  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 

Hark  !  their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  f 

Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find, 

LulPd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 
Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind ! 

4  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 
Calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 

There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 


AND    ETERNITY.  241 

Every  tear  is  wiped  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast: 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest ! 

qq£  8s. 

000  Heaven. 

TT^E  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  bless'd 
"  "     That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair  ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

1  >Ve  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 

From  trials  without  and  within — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 
The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 

The  church  of  the  First-born  above — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

4  0  Lord,  in  this  valley  of  wo, 
Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare  ; 

And  shortly  we  also  shall  know, 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there  ! 

Q  O  sa  S>  6>  $>  ?,  6. 

OOO  Heaven. 

HTHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 
-*-    To  mourning  wanderers  given  : 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
;Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  : 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 


242  DEATH 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 
To  brighter  prospects  given ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  : 

There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom: 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

OOi7  8,6,8,8,6. 

3d*  Heaven. 

rPHIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
-*-    For  man's  illusion  given, 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow — 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven ! 
2  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  of  even  ; 
And  love  and  hope  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gather' d  for  the  tomb — 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven  ! 
6  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven  ; 
And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray 
Serve  but  to  light  the  troubled  way — 

There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven  ! 

q  q  Q  8,  6,  8,  8,  6. 

OOO  Heaven. 

rpHIS  world's  not  "  all  a  fleeting  show. 
■*    For  man's  illusion  give*n  :" 
He  that  hath  soothed  a  widow's  wo. 
Or  wiped  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 
There's  something  here  of  heaven. 


AND   ETERNITY.  243 

2  And  he  that  walks  life's  thorny  way 
With  feelings  calm  and  even, 

Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day 

By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 

Hath  something  felt  of  heaven. 

3  He  that  the  Christian's  course  has  run, 
And  all  his  foes  forgiven, 

Who  measures  out  life's  little  span 
In  love  to  God  and  love  to  man, 
On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 

qoQ  8,6,8,8,6. 

OOJ  Heaven. 

T^HIS  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore, 
-*-    Its  greatest  treasures  even: 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
And  gems  and  crowns  are  vain  and  poer— 
There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Empires  decay,  and  nations  die, 
Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given : 

The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie, 
Death  reigns  o'er  all  beneath  the  sky — 
There's  nothing  lives  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 
Shall  be  to  atoms  riven : 

The  skies  consume,  the  planets  fall, 

Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball — 

There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  A  stranger  lonely  here  I  roam, 
From  place  to  place  I'm  driven: 

My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom— 
This  earth  is  all  a  lonely  tomb — 
I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

5  The  clouds  disperse,  and  light  appears, 
My  sins  are  all  forgiven : 


244  DEATH 

Triumphant  grace  has  quell'd  my  fears, 
Roll  on,  thou  sun — fly  swift,  my  years — 

I'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 
6  Adieu,  to  all  below,  adieu, 

Let  life's  dull  chain  be  riven : 
The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  view, 
The  world  of  light  I  will  pursue — 

To  live  with  him  in  heaven. 


340 


8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  6. 
Heaven. 


f\  WEEP  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 

^^  Like  evening  lights  away, 

For  hopes  that,  like  the  stars  decay'd, 

Have  left  their  mortal  day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given  ; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 
2  0  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  pass 

Into  the  lonely  grave, 
As  breezes  sweep  the  wither'd  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For,  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  mournful  days  be  given, 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 

When  friends  rejoice  in  heaven. 

q  A  1  8,  6,  8,  6,  8,  8,  8. 

O  tfc  X  The  new  song. 

TEN  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sung 
Loud  anthems  round  the  throne, 
When,  lo!   one  solitary  tongue 
Began  a  song  unknown ! 


AND    ETERNITY.  245 

A  song  unknown  to  angel-ear-. 
A  song  that  told  of  banistfd  fears 
Of  pardon'd  sins,  and  dried-up  tears. 

2  Xot  one  of  all  the  heavenly  host 
Could  these  high  notes  attain ! 

But  spirits  from  a  distant  coast 

United  in  the  strain : 
Till  he  who  first  began  the  song, 
To  sing  alone  not  suffer  d  long, 
Was  mingled  with  a  countless  throng. 

3  And  still,  as  hours  are  fleeting  by, 
The  angels  ever  bear 

Some  newly  ransonrd  soul  on  high, 

To  join  the  chorus  there  ; 
And  so  the  song  will  louder  grow, 
Till  all  redeem'd  by  Christ  below 
To  that  fair  world  of  rapture  go. 

4  0  give  me,  Lord,  my  golden  harp, 
And  tune  my  broken  voice, 

That  I  may  sing  of  troubles  sharp 

Exchanged  for  endless  joys  : 
The  song  that  ne'er  was  heard  before 
A  sinner  reach'd  the  heavenly  shore, 
But  now  shall  sound  for  evermore. 

Q4.9  c- M' 

/CHRIST  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
^  Than  he  went  through  before  : 
He  that  into  Christ's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

2  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see : 
For  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  must  thy  glory  be? 


246  DEATH 

3  Then  I  shall  end  ray  sad  complaints, 
And  weary,  sinful  days, 

And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

4  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small : 
The  eye  of  faith  is  dim ; 

But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  him  ! 

o4o  cm. 

^^E^  Celestial  prospects. 

C  WEET  glories  rush  upon  my  sight, 
^  And  charm  my  wondering  eyes, 
The  regions  of  immortal  light, 
The  beauties  of  the  skies ! 

2  All  hail  !  ye  fair  celestial  shores, 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day, 
Swift  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 
And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now — 
My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone  : 

Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too — 
My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

4  Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 
Between  my  home  and  me : 

There  !   there  behold  the  radiant  place ! 
How  near  the  mansions  be ! 

5  Immortal  wonders !  boundless  things, 
In  those  dear  worlds  appear  ! 

Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings, 
And  in  those  glories  share. 


344 


The  last  conflict. 
SOON  shall  accomplish  my  race, 
And  soar  tc  the  temple  on  high: 


AND    ETERNITY.  247 

Dear  Jesus,  beholding  thy  face. 

I  cheerfully  yield  me  to  die. 
Farewell,  my  distress  aiul  my  wo — 

The  Btorma  ot  existence  are  o'er: 
Though  fiercely  the  tempest  may  blow, 

Its  fury  appals  me  no  more. 
2  More  quickly  and  shorter  I  breathe — 

The  dew  is  o*erspreading  my  cheek — 

1  feel  the  approaches  of  death. 

My  heartstrings  beginning  to  break  : 
A  struggle  or  two.  and  'tis  done — 

From  earth  and  its  anguish  I  fly, 
The  palm  of  the  conqueror  won, 

I  live  by  submitting  to  die. 

O,-  11,12. 

t-r^tJ        TT  hat  serajih-hke  ?7iusic. 

\Af  HAT  seraph-like  music  steals  over  the 

sea. 
Entrancing  the  senses  with  charm' d  melody  ? 
'Tis  the  song  of  the  angels  borne  soft  on  the 

air  : 
'Tis  for  me  they  are  singing — my  welcome  I 

hear. 

2  At  Jordan's  lone  river  I  eagerly  stand. 
And  stretch  forth  my  hands  to  yon  beautiful 

land  : 
Send  a  convoy  of  angels,  dear  Saviour, 

pray  : 
Let   me  join  their   sweet  music — away,   0 

away ! 

3  Though  cold  are  the  billows  and  dark  ig 

the  wave. 
With  Jesus  beside  me  the  surges  I'll  brave: 
For  the  heavenly  music  has  ravish'd  me  so, 
I  must   join  the  loud  chorus — I'll    go,  ves, 

ill  so : 


248  DEATH 


346 


8,  7,  8,  7,  7,  7. 
Let  me  go. 


T  ET  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 
•"  Dear  companions,  let  me  go : 
"We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking 

In  the  wilderness  below : 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go,  I  may  not  tarry, 
Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears : 

Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears  : 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so, 
If  you  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  We  have  travell'd  long  together. 
Hand  in  hand  and  heart  in  heart, 

Both  through  fair  and  stormy  weather, 

And  'tis  hard — 'tis  hard  to  part  : 
Yet  we  must : — "  Farewell"  to  you : 
Answer,  one  and  all,  "Adieu." 

4  'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me 
That  withdraws  me  from  your  sight : 

Walls  of  earth  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen,  you  hear  me  sing. 

5  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 
Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky : 

Am  I  dead  ?    Nay,  by  this  token, 

Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die  : 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery  ? 
Come  up  hither — come  and  see. 


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AND    ETERNITY.  249 

S.  11 

For  ever  with  the  Lord. 


"  "POR  ever  with  the  Lord!'' 

-*-    Amen,  so  let  it  be  : 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 
Absent  from  him  I  roam  : 

Vet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

4  Ah  ;   then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love, 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above. 

5  Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 
And  all  my  prospect  flies  : 

Like  Noah's  dove  I  flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

6  Anon  the  clouds  dispart, 
The  winds  and  waters  cease, 

While  sweetly  o'er  my  gladden'd  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

7  Beneath  its  glowing  arch, 
Along  the  hallow'd  ground, 

I  see  cherubic  armies  march, 
A  camp  of  fire  around. 

8  Then,  then  I  feel  that  he,— 
Remember'd  or  forgot, — 

The  Lord  is  never  far  from  me, 
Though  I  perceive  him  not. 


250  ETERNITY. 

*-*^£0        For  ever  with  the  Lord. 
"  T70R  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

-*-     Father,  if  'tis  thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 

Even  here  to  me  fulfil. 

2  Be  thou  at  my  right  hand, 
Then  can  I  never  fail : 

Uphold  thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand, 
Fight,  and  I  must  prevail. 

3  So  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

4  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

5  The  trump  of  final  doom 
Will  speak  the  selfsame  word, 

And  heaven's  voice  thunder  through  the  tomb, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

6  The  tomb  shall  echo  deep 
That  death-awakening  sound : 

The  saints  shall  hear  it  in  their  sleep, 
And  answer  from  the  ground. 

7  Then  upward  as  they  fly, 
That  resurrection-word 

Shall  be  their  shout  of  victory, 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 

8  That  resurrection-word, 
That  shout  of  victory, 

Once  more  ! — "  For  ever  with  the  Lord  !" 
Amen,  so  let  it  be. 


FAMILY    AND    CLOSET.         251 

SECTION  X. 

FAMILY  AND  CLOSET. 

QIQ  Six8s 

*~*i-*J  Family  prayer. 

HHREMBLE,  ye  families  profane 
-*-    Where  the  great  God  is  not  adored, 
Who  take  the  name  of  Christ  in  vain, 

But  do  not  invocate  your  Lord: 
Regardless  of  his  smile  or  frown, 
Ye  pull  his  heaviest  judgments  down. 
2  Before  the  threaten'd  curse  take  place, 

And  sweep  your  prayerless  souls  to  heLT 
Daily  unite  t'  implore  his  grace, 

Invite  him  in  your  tents  to  dwell : 
Let  every  house  his  worship  show, 
And  every  heart  his  presence  know. 

q^O  7'6 

tJtjyj  Pray  without  ceasing. 

f~^  O  when  the  morning  shineth, 
^-*  Go  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night : 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And,  in  thy  closet  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 
2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee  : 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be  : 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim. 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name 


252  FAMILY 

3  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 
In  solitude  to  pray, 

Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 
When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 

E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 
Thy  spirit  raised  above, 

Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 
Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

4  0  not  a  joy  or  blessing 
With  this  can  we  compare  : 

The  grace  our  Father  gave  us 
To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer : 

Whene'er  thou  pines t  in  sadness, 
Before  his  footstool  fall : 

Remember,  in  thy  gladness, 
His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 


351 


L.  M. 

Retirement. 


1VTY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
-*-*-*■  A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  witU  £«rth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  Lelow, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

8  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 
One  sovereign  word  can  call  me  thence  : 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdraTO, 

Let  noise  and  vanity  bo  gone : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God  I  find. 


35 


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L.  M. 


9 

^  Meditation. 


C  AVIOUR  !  when  night  involves  the  skies, 
^  My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee — 
Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 
When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn — 

Thee,  Victor  of  the  grave  and  hell — 
Thee,  Source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 
To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs — 

Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze — 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  evening  steal, 
To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give  : 

To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must  feel — 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

q  £  O  7,  7,  7,  7,  6,  6. 

OOO         Beading  the  Scriptures. 

"PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 
■*■     Does  the  word  of  God  afford ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 
^Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword: 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food,  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys: 

Of  excess  there  is  no  danger — 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys  : 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed  : 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed ! 

3  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 
Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 


254  FAMILY 

Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 

Healing  medicine  here  I  find: 
To  the  promises  I  flee — 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 

For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield : 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword : 

Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me— • 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word  : 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made — 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 

6  Shall  I  envy,  then,  the  miser, 
Boating  on  his  golden  store  ? 

Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser, 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor : 
Jesus  gives  me,  in  his  word, 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 

tJt/'jz      Holy  Bible!  book  divine! 
TTOLY  Bible  !  book  divine  ! 
-"-*■  Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine,  to  tell  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love : 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  : 
Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 


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4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  : 
0  thou  precious  book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine ! 

q  r  r  8,  8,  8. 

OOO  p*.  xix.  7-14. 

T  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 

-^  "What  light  and  joy  these  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distress'd ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste  : 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pass'd 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain: 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

OOO  Morning. 

(~^  01)  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
^-*~  The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies  : 


256  FAMILY 

2  0  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day — 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on.  and  keep  my  heavenly  way, 

3  Give  me  tky  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss  : 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  thift, 

0--  L.M. 

f  "  •  Morning. 

TN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
■■"  I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night: 
At  once  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
And  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New-born,  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 
Once  more,  with  awe.  rejoice  to  be: 

My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power, 
And  springs,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee. 

3  0  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread ; 

And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze 
When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 
A  deeper  sleep  mine  eyes  oppress  ; 

Yet  still  thy  strength  shall  me  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  shall  deign  to  bless. 

5  That  deeper  shade  shall  fade  away. 
That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  mine  eyes : 

Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day — 
Thy  love,  the  rapture  of  the  skies  ! 

OXO  C.M. 

OOO  Morning. 

T  ORD  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise 

-*-^  Employ  my  noblest  powers, 


AND    CLOSET.  -0» 

Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours  '. 

2  Preserved  I .-y  thine  almighty  arm. 
I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night. 

Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm. 
And  see  returning  light. 

3  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 
My  waking  hours  attend : 

From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  de 

4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days  : 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

o5q  C.M. 

OOO  Horn 

T  ORD,  when  thy  day  of  dread  account 
-*-*  For  squander"'!  hours  shall  c 
0  let  not  this  increase  th"  amount. 

And  swell  the  former  sum  I 
'2   reach  me  in  health  sue:.  rize, 

I  lying  shall  esteem ; 
And  every  pleasure  : 

I  then  shall  worthless  deem. 
3  For  all  thy  wondrous  mercies  past 

My  grateful  voice  I'll  raise. 
While  thus  I  quit  my  bed  of  rest, 

Greation't  Lord  Bo  praise. 

360  y'1;. 

T  OOK  up  to  heaven !   th'  industrious  sun 
-"-^  Already  half  his  race  hath  run  : 
He  cannot  halt  nor  go  astray. 
But  our  immortal  -        ts  may. 
E 


258  FAMILY 

2  Lord !   since  his  rising  in  the  east, 
If  we  have  falter'd  or  transgress'd, 
Guide,  from  thy  love's  abundant  source, 
"What  yet  remains  of  this  day's  course. 

3  Help  with  thy  grace,  through  life's  short 

day, 
Our  upward  and  our  downward  way , 
And  glorify  for  us  the  west, 
When  we  shall  sink  to  final  rest. 


361 


8,7,6 
Evening. 


A  T  evening  to  myself  I  say, 
■"■  Soul,  where  hast  thou  glean'd  to-day 

Thy  labours,  how  bestow'd? 
What  hast  thou  rightly  said  or  done  ? 
What  grace  attain'd,  or  knowledge  won, 

In  following  after  God  ? 


362 


7,  6,  6. 

Evening 


"|7 RE  I  sleep,  for  every  favour 
■"  This  day  show'd,  By  my  God, 

1  do  bless  my  Saviour. 

2  Leave  me  not,  but  ever  love  me ; 
Let  thy  peace  Be  my  bliss, 

Till  thou  hence  remove  me. 

3  Thou,  my  rock,  my  guard,  my  tower, 
Safely  keep,  While  I  sleep, 

Me  with  all  thy  power. 

4  And,  whene'er  in  death  I  slumber, 
Let  me  rise  With  the  wise, 
Counted  in  their  number. 


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Of*  Q  k.  M. 

WUU  E  ccning. 

XWTIIER  in  heaven,  as  now  the  day 
-*-     With  all  its  cares  hath  pass'd  away. 
May  sweetest  songs  of  praise  and  prayer 
To  thee  my  spirit's  offering  bear. 
2  0  may  thy  mercy  and  thy  power 
Protect  me  through  the  midnight  hour ; 
And  balmy  sleep  and  visions  blest, 
Smile  on  thy  servant's  bed  of  rest. 

q^l  8,4,9. 

OUtfc  Evening. 

C^OD  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

^~*    Darkness  and  light  ! 

Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night ! 
May  thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  livelong  night ! 


365 


Evening 

OLESSED  be  thy  name  for  ever, 

*-*  Thou  of  life  the  guard  and  giver : 

Thou  canst  guard  thy  creatures  sleeping- 

Heal  the  heart  long  broke  with  weeping. 

God  of  stillness  and  of  motion, 

Of  the  desert  and  the  ocean, 

Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 

Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever. 

2  Thou  who  slumberest  not  nor  sleepest, 

BlessM  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest: 

God  of  evening's  parting  ray. 

Of  midnight's  gloom,  and  dawning  day 


260  FAMILY 

That  rises  from  the  azure  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity  : 
God  of  life  !   that  fade  shall  never, 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever  1 

OOU  Evening. 

C  OFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
^   Fades  upon  our  sight  away  : 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  we  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  us  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  us,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

OD   I  [Translated  by  Chandler.  1 

Evening. 

Q  OTOCE  of  light  and  life  divine, 
^   Thou  didst  cause  the  light,  to  shine : 
Thou  didst  bring  thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  thy  new-created  earth. 

2  Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  thee  the  name  of  day : 
Now,  again  the  shades  are  nigh, 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

3  May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest : 
May  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain 
Draw  our  sculs  to  earth  again. 

4  Rather,  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  much-loved  treasure  lies: 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 

Make  us  struggle  into  life. 


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5  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  thee, 
Now  and  for  eternity. 

OUO  The  setting  sun. 

QVYEETLY  the  tuneful  bird  of  night 

^   Is  singing  a  song  in  the  pale  moonlight: 

Then  let  us  join  our  grateful  lays, 

And  gladly  our  evening  anthem  raise. 

Daylight  is  gone,  our  work  is  done  : 

An  emblem  of  rest  is  the  setting  sun. 

2  Softly  the  pleasing  serenade 

Is  floating  along  o'er  hill  and  glade. 

Borne  on  the  gentle  evening  air. 

How  sweet  is  the  Christian's  tuneful  prayer  I 

Daylight  is  gone,  our  work  is  done : 

An  emblem  of  rest  is  the  setting  sun. 

3  So  may  we  close  our  life's  short  day  : 
To  glory  and  joy  may  we  soar  away  : 
And  leave  the  world  without  a  sigh, 

And  sing  with  delight  when  call'd  to  die — 
Daylight  is  gone,  our  work  is  done  : 
An  emblem  of  rest  is  the  setting  sun. 


369 


7,6. 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding. 

'T'HE  mellow  eve  is  gliding 
-*-  Serenely  down  the  west : 
So,  every  care  subsiding, 

My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 
2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight's  gentle  close  : 
May  angels,  round  me  singing, 

Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 


262  FAMILY 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 
Her  crystal  lamp  on  high  ■ 

So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendour  dawning, 
The  morrow's  light  shall  break : 

0,  on  the  last  bright  morning, 
May  I  in  glory  wake. 

ol\J  Midnight. 

TN  a  land  of  strange  delight, 
-*-  My  transported  spirit  stray'd  : 

1  awake  where  all  is  night, 
Silence,  solitude,  and  shade. 

2  Is  the  dream  of  nature  flown  ? 
Is  the  universe  destroyed  ? 

Man  extinct,  and  I  alone 

Breathing  through  the  formless  void  ? 
'6  No  :  my  soul,  in  God  rejoice  : 

Through  the  gloom  his  light  I  see, 
In  the  silence  hear  his  voice, 

And  his  hand  is  over  me. 
4  When  I  slumber  in  the  tomb, 

He  will  guard  my  resting-place  : 
Fearless,  in  the  day  of  doom, 

May  I  stand  before  his  face. 

"  •   -1-  Child's  morning  hymn. 

THE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light, 
Has  waked  me  up  from  sleep  : 
Father,  I  own 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 


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2  All  through  the  day, 
I  humbly  pray, 

Be  thou  my  guard  and  guide  : 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  thy  side. 

3  0  make  thy  rest 
Within  my  breast, 

Great  Spirit  of  all  grace  : 

Make  me  like  thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  thy  face. 


372 


C.  M 

Child's  evening  hymn. 


rFHE  daylight  fades : 
-*-    The  evening  shades 
Are  gathering  round  my  head  : 
Father  above, 

1  praise  that  love 

Which  smooths  and  guards  my  bed. 

2  While  thou  art  near, 
I  need  not  fear 

The  gloom  of  midnight  hour : 

Blest  Jesus,  still 

From  every  ill 
Defend  me  with  thy  power. 

3  Pardon  my  sin, 
And  enter  in 

And  sanctify  my  heart : 

Spirit  divine, 

0  make  me  thine, 
And  ne'er  from  me  depart. 


26  4  FAMILY 

Z9  9  *J  Sabbath  Morning. 

rpHE  rosy  light  is  dawning 
-*-    Upon  the  mountain's  brow: 
It  is  the  Sabbath  morning, 

Arise  and  pay  thy  vow. 
Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 

In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 
While  unto  thee  is  given 

The  light  of  life  to  share. 

2  The  landscape,  lately  shrouded 
By  evening's  paler  ray, 

Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day: 
So  let  our  souls,  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 
Lord,  by  thy  smiles  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 

3  0  see  those  waters  streaming 
In  crystal  purity, 

While  earth,  with  verdure  teeming, 
Gives  rapture  to  the  eye. 

Let  rivers  of  salvation 
In  larger  currents  flow, 

Till  every  tribe  and  nation 
Their  healing  virtues  know. 


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C   M. 

Sabbath  morning. 


TT^HEX  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

"  »     And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 
That  opens  on  the  s.'. 


AND    CLOSET.  265 

When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 

Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 
ii  Sweet  day !   thy  hours  too  soon  will  cease: 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  Source  of  peace. 

A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 
4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er, 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 

That  day  which  fades  no  more  ? 

O-X  6s. 

*-*  *  "  Sabbath  evening. 

rrHE  light  of  Sabbath  eve 
-*-    Is  fading  fast  away  : 
What  record  will  it  leave, 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 
Is  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroy'd? 
Or  have  these  moments  lent, 

Been  sacredly  employ'd? 

2  How  dreadful  and  how  drear, 
In  yon  dark  world  of  pain, 

Will  Sabbaths  lost  appear, 

That  cannot  come  again. 
Then  in  that  hopeless  place 

The  wretched  soul  will  say, 
"  I  had  those  hours  of  grace, 

But  cast  them  all  away." 

3  To  waste  these  Sabbath  hours, 
0  may  we  never  dare  : 

Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours 
These  sacred  days  of  prayer  ; 

But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  love; 

And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 
Of  that  sweet  rest  above. 


266  FAMILY 

O-p  .CM. 

*-*  •  vJ  Sabbath  evening. 

Tj^REQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 

-*-     To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ! 
How  languid  are  its  flames ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  : 

We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live ! 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  tc  ascend 

Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 


377 


C.  M. 

Sabbath  in  sickness. 


'THOUSANDS,  0  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day 
-*-    Within  thy  temple  meet ; 
And  tens  of  thousands  throng  to  pay 
Their  homage  at  thy  feet. 

2  They  sing  thy  deeds  as  I  have  sung, 
In  sweet  and  solemn  lays : 

Were  I  among  them,  my  glad  tongue 
Might  learn  new  themes  of  praise. 

3  Behold  thy  prisoner,  loose  my  bands, 
If  'tis  thy  gracious  will : 

If  not,  contented  in  thy  hands 
Behold  thy  prisoner  still. 

4  I  may  not  to  thy  courts  repair, 
Yet  here  thou  surely  art : 

0  give  me  here  a  house  of  prayer, 
Here  Sabbath  joys  impart. 


AND    CLOSET.  207 

O-o  L.M. 

O  |    O  [Translated  by  Messenger.] 

Sickness. 
T  0  !   at  my  door  gaunt  death  I  spy : 
■*^  Hear.  Lord  of  life,  thy  creature's  cry: 
The  arm  that  hung  upon  the  tree, 
Jesus,  uplift,  and  rescue  me. 
2  Yet,  if  to  quench  my  sun  at  noon 
Be  thy  behest,  thy  Trill  he  done  ! 
In  faith  and  hope,  earth  I  resign, 
Secure  of  heaven,  for  I  am  thine ! 

O-O  L.M. 

*J  %    *J  [Translated  by  Messenger. J 

Recovery. 
A[Y  Father  God,  "behold  me  whole, 
■*■ "■*-  Again  on  earth  a  living  soul ! 
Let  sin  no  more  my  heart  annoy, 
But  fill  it,  Lord,  with  holy  joy. 
2  Though  now  delay'd,  my  hour  must  come. 
Involved,  perchance,  in  deeper  gloom : 
It  matters  not :  rejoicing  yet 
I'll  bear  my  yoke  to  heaven's  bright  gate. 

OO  A  L.  VL 

OO  U    jje  married — only  in  the  Lord. 

\  RT  thou  a  pilgrim  on  thy  way 
-^*-  To  regions  of  eternal  day  ? 
0,  form  not  then  the  tie  most  dear, 
With  those  whose  wishes  centre  here. 

2  Within,  on  every  side,  around, 
Temptations  in  thy  path  abound: 

How  canst  thou  reach  the  heavenly  goal, 
If  earthly  fetters  clog  thy  soul  I 

3  Think  of  the  Nazarite  of  Lan. 
How  sad  the  painful  course  he  ran 


268  FAMILY 

Philistia's  daughters  quench' d  his  sight, 
And  turn'd  to  weakness  all  his  might. 
4  Lord,  let  my  heart  be  fix'd  on  thee, 
And  in  thy  saints  my  pleasure  be  : 
Here  let  me  form  the  ties  of  love, 
To  perfect  in  thy  courts  above. 

*-JO  X    Of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 
T  DEARLY  love  a  little  child, 
■*■  And  Jesus  loved  young  children  too : 
He  ever  sweetly  on  them  smiled, 

And  placed  them  with  his  chosen  few. 
When  cradled  on  its  mother's  breast 

A  babe  was  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
He  laid  his  hand  upon  its  head, 

And  blessed  it  with  a  promise  sweet. 
2  "Forbid  them  not,"  the  Saviour  said, 

"  0  suffer  them  to  come  to  me  ! 
Of  such  my  heavenly  kingdom  is  : 

Like  them  may  all  my  followers  be." 
Young  children  are  the  gems  of  earth, 

The  brightest  jewels  mothers  have: 
They  sparkle  on  the  throbbing  breast, 

But  brighter  shine  beyond  the  grave. 

909  ". 9- 

00  w    Of  such  {s  tne  kingdom  of  heaven. 

T  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
-*-  "When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  call'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  his 
fold— 
I  ehould  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

1  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my 

head. 
That  his  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me, 


AND    CLOSET.  269 

And  that  I  might  have   seen  his  kind  look 
when  he  said, 

''Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 
2  Yet  ^ t 111  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  1  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above, — 
In  that  heavenly  place  he  is  gone  to  preparo 

For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven : 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there 

"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

Q  Q  O  9'  6- 

OOO  The  better  land. 

T  HEAR  thee  speak  of  the  better  land, 
•*-   Thou  call'st  its  children  a  happy  band: 
Mother,  0  where  is  that  radiant  shore  ? 
Shall  we  not  seek  it  and  weep  no  more  ? 
Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  orange  blows, 
And  the  fire-flies  glance  through  the  myrtle 
boughs  ? 
— Not  there,  not  there,  my  child! 

2  Is  it  far  away,  in  some  region  old, 
Where  the  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold? 
Where  the  burning  rays  of  the  ruby  shine, 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine. 
And  the  pearl  gleams  forth  from  the  coral 

strand  ? 
Is  it  there,  sweet  mother,  that  better  land ! 
— Xot  there,  not  there,  my  child  ! 

3  Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy! 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy: 
Dreams  cannot  picture  a  world  so  fair — 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there: 
Time  doth  not  breathe  on  its  fadeless  bloom, 
For  beyond  the  clouds,  and  beyond  the  tomb, 

— "Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child! 


270  VALEDICTIONS 

SECTION  XI. 
VALEDICTIONS  AND  DOXOLOGIES, 


on  I  6>  5- 

*^0  "I      When  shall  ice  meet  again? 

"YV^HEN  shall  we  meet  again? 

*  *     Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
"When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no,  never  ! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 
Pure  as  life's  river? 

When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never  ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour  : 

May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no  never ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again— 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  : 


AND    DOXOLOGIES.  271 

Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever: 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  : 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  ! 

oox  Six7's- 

OOO      When  shall  ice  all  meet  again  f 
"VV^HEN  shall  we  all  meet  again? 
*  *     When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch" d  beneath  the  hostile  sky : 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 
And,  in  fancy's  wide  domain. 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid, 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

*JO  U    TTg  shall  meet  no  more  to  part. 
W^E  shall  meet  no  more  to  part, 
**     Cease  thy  sorrows,  mourning  heart, 
Weary  days  will  soon  depart — 

Then  we  may  rest  for  ever ! 
When  the  work  of  life  is  done, 
When  the  victor's  crown  is  W3n, 


272  VALEDICTIONS 

Then,  immortal  life  begun, 
We  no  more  shall  sever. 

We  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part : 
Cease  thy  sorrows,  mourning  heart! 
Weary  days  icill  soon  depart — 
Then  ive  may  rest  for  ever  ! 
2  In  the  home  of  peace  and  bliss, 
In  the  world  where  Jesus  is, 
When  we  bid  adieu  to  this, 

Then  we  may  love  for  ever ! 
Purified  from  every  stain, 
Through  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Brethren,  we  shall  meet  again, 
And  be  parted  never  ! 

*JO  I  "jr<?  shall  meet  again. 

/^OME,  Christian  brethren  !   ere  we  part, 

^  Join  every  voice  and  every  heart, 

One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we'll  raise, 

One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more, 

But  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore  ; 

And  there,  released  from  toil  and  pain, 

Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

*399  "'  7'  8* 

OOO  Part  in  peace. 

TDART  in  peace  ! — Christ's  life  was  peace: 
-*-     Let  us  breathe  our  breath  in  him. 
Part  in  peace! — Christ's  death  was  peace; 

Let  us  die  our  death  in  him. 
Part  in  peace  ! — Christ  promise  gave 
Of  a  life  beyond  the  grave, 
Where  all  mortal  partings  cease, — 

Part  in  peace  ' 


389 
G 


AND    D0XOL0GIE8.  273 

GLORIA  PATRI 
8,  B, 


LORY  to  God.  the  Father,  Son, 
■      And  Holy  Spirit.  Three  in  One  : 
Glory  ascribe  to  God  alone. 
Glory  to  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
As  'twas  when  nature  sprang  from  thee, 
Is  now,  and  shall  for  ever  be. 

390 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
One  God  in  Persons  Three, 
Equal  in  power  and  merit, 
Eternal  praises  be  : 
To  him  in  splendour  reigning, 
Be  now  all  glory  given, 
As  'twas  in  the  beginning, 
So  evermore  in  heaven 


391 


B.M 


HTO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
■*■    And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  ?twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 
To  all  eternitv. 


392 


C.  M. 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
■*■    Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 
Eternal  glory  be. 


274  MISCELLANY. 

SECTION  XII 
MISCELLANY. 

QQQ  LM« 

ZJU  <J  Camp-meeting. 

A   TWELVEMONTH  more  has roll'd  around, 
■"■  Since  we  were  on  this  tented  ground : 
Ten  thousand  scenes  have  mark'd  the  year, 
Since  we  last  met  to  worship  here. 

2  Relentless  death  has  hurl'd  his  darts, 
And  lodged  them  deep  in  noblest  hearts : 
O'er  old  and  young,  in  every  sphere, 
He's  triumph'd  since  we  worshipp'd  here. 

3  Yet  we  are  spared,  to  Heaven  be  praise, 
Our  God  has  lengthen'd  out  our  days : 
We've  left  our  homes  with  hearts  sincere, 
And  met,  once  more,  to  worship  here. 

4  My  Father's  children — heirs  of  heaven, 
Let  all  your  hearts  to  prayer  be  given, 
That  God  may  lend  a  listening  ear 

And  answer,  while  we  worship  here. 

5  Come,  sinners,  come,  your  pardoning  God 
Now  waits  t'  impart  his  cleansing  blood: 

0  !  loathe  your  sins,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
And  seek  him  while  we  worship  here. 
G  Ye  mourners,  raise  your  languid  eyes : 
Your  home's  beyond  the  starry  skies ! 
Your  Saviour  smiles,  renounce  your  fear, 
And  praise  him  while  we  worship  here. 
7  Gird  all  the  Christian  armour  on, 
And  nobly  strike,  till  victory's  won  : 
Our  God  shall  guard  the  front  and  rear 
Of  all  who  humbly  worship  here 


MISCELLANY.  275 

8  The  Sinner's  Friend  we'll  soon  adore, 
Where  tents  are  pitch'd  to  strike  no  more  : — 
A  glorious  heaven  with  angels  share, 
And  live  and  love  and  worship  there. 


394: 


10,11. 
A  home  in  heaven. 


A   HOME  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought, 
-^-  As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot! 
His  heart  opprest,  and  with  anguish  driven 
From    his    home    below — to    his    home   in 
heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven!  when  our  pleasures  fade, 
Ajid  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid, 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still,  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

3  A  home  in  heaven !  when  our  friends  are 

fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mouldering 

dead : 
Wre  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given ! 
We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  Our  home  in  heaven  !  0  the  glorious  home  ! 
And  the   Spirit  join'd  with   the  bride  says 

"Come!" 
Come,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 

OQK  US. 

OVO  Home.. 

A  N  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
-^*"  I  wander'd  through  earth,  its  gay  plea- 
sures to  trace : 
In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas  !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  Saviour,  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 


276  MISCELLANY. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade 

away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay : 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 

3  Allure   me   no   longer,    ye   false    glowing 

charms ! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms : 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room, 
0  there  may   I   feast  with  his  children,   at 

home ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  Jesus,  conduct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

4  Farewell,    vain    amusements,    my   follies, 

adieu ! 
While  Jesus  and  heaven  enraptured  I  view : 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  from  glory  which 

come, 
The  foretastes  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my 

home  ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ? 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  triumphantly 

come, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  for  ever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
0  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home 

OQP  8,8,8,8,7 

O  %J  U  Heavenly  union 

A  TTEND,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell 
-^  The  wonders  of  Immanuel, 


MISCELLANY.  277 

Who  saved  me  from  ■  burning  hell. 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  h  .ion. 

2  "When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high — 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie — 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye. 
And  kindly  said,  as  he  pass'd  by, 
••  With  God  you  have  no  union.*' 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  sigh. 
And  look'd  this  way  and  that,  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  so  that  I  must  die  : 

I  strove  salvation  then  to  buy, 

But  still  I  had  no  union. 
4:  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin. 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 
And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean; 
And.  0  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen 

Since  first  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  praised  the  Lord  by  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  found  I'd  something  still  to  say 
About  this  heavenly  union 

6  I  now  with  saints  can  join  to  sing. 
And  mount  on  faith's  triumphant  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union 

QQ-  CM- 

tJ  v  I  Warning  to  the  young 

i  TTEXD.  young  friends,  while  1  relate 
-£*-   The  dangers  you  are  in — 
The  evils  that  around  you  wait. 

While  you  remain  in  sin. 
Although  you  flourish  like  the  rose, 

While  in  its  branches  green, 


278  MISCELLANY. 

Your  sparkling  eyes  in  death  must  close, 
And  never  more  be  seen. 

2  In  silent  shades  you  must  lie  down, 
Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell : 

Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  round, 

And  bid  a  long  farewell. 
How  small  this  world  will  then  appear 

At  the  tremendous  hour, — 
When  you  Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear, 

And  feel  his  mighty  power. 

3  Alas !  when  all  your  days  are  past, 
How  bitterly  you'll  mourn : 

Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last ; 

And  never  will  return. 
0  come  this  moment  and  begin, 

While  life's  sweet  moments  last, 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  forsake  all  sin, 

And  he'll  forgive  what's  past. 


398 


8,  8,  6. 
The  new  birth. 


A  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
•£*•■  My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go, 
O'erwhelm'd  in  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
"The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  endless  wo. 

*2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near : 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 
I  no  relief  could  find  : 


MISCELLANY.  279 

This  fearful  truth  renew'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 
And  whelm" d  my  tortured  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load  : 
Alas  !   I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again,      • 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare : 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sank  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Xaz'reth  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  new, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain! 
Unnumber'd  millions,  born  again, 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

tJU  V  He  died  at  h isj?ost. 

\  WAY  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of 
-^       his  youth, 

He  hasted,  the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth, 
For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the 

lost : 
Soon,  alas !  was  his  fall — but  he  died  at  his 

post. 


280  MISCELLANY. 

2  The   stranger's    eve  wept,   that,   in   life's 

brightest  bloom, 
One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb ; 
For  in  ardour  he  led  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
And  he  fell  like  a  soldier — he  died  at  his  post. 

3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  was 

done — 
The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won  ; 
But  he  whisper'd  of  those  whom  his  heart 

clung  to  most, 
"Tell  my  brethren  for  me  that  I  died  at  my 

post." 

4  He  ask'd  not  a  stone  to  be  sculptured  with 

verse : 
He  ask'd  not  that  fame  should  his  merits 

rehearse ; 
But  he  ask'd  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the 

ghost, 
That  his  brethren  might  know  that  he  died 

at  his  post. 

5  Victorious  his  fall — for  he  rose  as  he  fell, 
With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell : 
He   has   pass'd    o'er    the    stream,    and   has 

reach'd  the  bright  coast, 
For  he  fell  like  a  martyr — he  died  at  his  post, 

6  And  can  we  the  words  of  his  exit  forget  ? 
0 !  no,  they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet : 
An  example  so  brilliant  shall  never  be  lost, 
We  will  fall  in  the  work — we  will  die  at  our 

post 

7,9. 


400 


The  holy  icar. 

T>RFTHREN,  hear  the  martial  sound, 
■*-*  The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  blowing, 
Men  in  order,  listing  round. 
And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing  ! 


MISCELLANY.  281 

Bounty's  offered  :  joy  and  peace 

To  every  soldier  now  is  given  : 
When  from  toil  and  war  they  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Victory  is  not  to  the  strong  : 

The  burden's  on  our  Captain's  shoulder: 
None  so  aged,  none  so  young, 

But  may  enlist,  and  be  a  soldier : 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 

Beneath  his  banner  find  protection : 
None  who  on  his  name  rely 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

3  Fear  ye  not — the  cause  is  good : 
Come,  who  will  to  the  crown  aspire  ? 

In  this  cause  the  martyrs  stood, 
And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire: 

In  this  cause  we'll  follow  on ; 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

How  by  faith  we  gain'd  the  crown, 
And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory. 

4  Lo,  the  battle  is  begun  ! 

Behold  the  armies  now  in  motion  ! 
Some  the  fight  have  almost  won, 

And  grasp  by  faith  their  future  portion  ! 
Hark  !  the  victors  sing  aloud  ! 

Immanuel's  chariot-wheels  are  rolling! 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  throne  like  lightning  falling 

5  Now,  ye  rebels,  come,  enlist, 
The  officers  are  still  recruiting: 

Will  you  still  in  sin  persist, 

And  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing? 
All  your  cavilling  is  vain  ; 

And  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favour, 
Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  bear  the  wrath  of  God  for  ever 


282  MISCELLANY. 


401 


Opening  worship. 


T3RETHREX,  we  have  met  to  worship 
-*-*  And  adore  our  God  the  Lord : 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 

While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  One  come  down : 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you 
Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  wo  : 

Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 
Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 

See  our  fathers,  and  our  mothers, 
And  our  children  sinking  down  : 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

3  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders, 
"Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door ; 

But  they  have  betray'd  their  Saviour, 
And  are  worse  than  e'er  before ; 

Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 
If  they  will  lament  their  wound  : 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  us  ? 
Moses'  sister  join'd  with  him: 

While  you  see  the  trembling  sinners, 
Have  you  no  concern  for  them  ? 

Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 
Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found: 

Pray  on,  sisters,   and  the  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 


MISCELLANY.  283 

5  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other,  too  : 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new: 
Then  he'll  call  us  home  to  heaven, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down  : 
Christ  will  gird  himself,  and  serve  us 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 


402 


i  s. 

Come  hone. 


TDRETHREX,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
-*-*  Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear  : 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend — 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end  : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  : 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  !" 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares : 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part ; 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be : 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

11  Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home  \n 

3  But,  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within : 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these  : 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home!'5 


284  MISCELLANY. 


403 


9,  6,  8. 
Mercy's  free. 


T3Y  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying, 
-*-*  On  the  tree,  on  the  tree : 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
Look  to  me,  look  to  me : 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear  : 
Hark !   hark  !  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ! 

2  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me : 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken — 

I  am  free,  I  am  free : 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received, 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved : 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free 

3  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners,  hear  it — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  : 
Ye  ministers  of  God,  declare  it — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free : 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ! 

4  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Merc}-'s  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  pass'd, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing,  while  endless  ages  last, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free  ! 


MISCELLANY.  285 


404 


tS. 

Consolation. 


/^OME,  and  taste,  along  with  me, 
^  Consolation  running  free 
From  my  Father's  heavenly  home, 
Sweeter  than  the  honeycomb. 

2  Why  should  Christians  feast  alone ! 
Two  are  better  far  than  one : 

All  that  come  with  free  good-will 
Make  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more  : 
God  gives  me  a  goodly  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Saints  in  glory  sing  aloud 
To  behold  an  heir  of  God, 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  up  the  number  more. 

c  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume, 
Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 


405 


7,6. 
Mourner  comforted. 


/^OME,  my  soul,  and  let  us  try, 

^  For  a  little  season, 

Every  burden  to  lay  by — 
Come,  and  let  us  reason : 

What  is  this  that  casts  thee  down? 
Who  are  these  that  grieve  thee  9 

Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known- 
Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 


286  MISCELLANY. 

2  Christ  by  faith  I  sometimes  view, 
And  it  does  relieve  me  ; 

But  my  doubts  return  anew — 
These  are  they  that  grieve  me : 

Troubled  like  the  restless  seas, 
Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 

Plagued  with  fears,  a  sore  disease, — 
How  can  I  be  cheerful  ? 

3  Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore 
In  the  gloomy  garden — 

Sweating  blood  from  every  pore 

To  procure  thy  pardon : 
See  him  nail'd  upon  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying : 
Think,  he  suffer'd  this  for  thee ; 

Therefore  cease  thy  sighing. 


406 


8,7. 
Scenes  of  glory. 


TTiARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

-*-^  Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way  J 

Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  : 
Fiends,  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go  ; 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  0  young  pilgrims,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne  : — 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone : — 


miscellany.  287 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 
He  who  bids  the  planets  roll, 

He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole ! 

Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 
Ready  to  obey  command  : 

They  are  always  hovering  round  you, 
Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

4  There,  on  flowery  hills  of  pleasure, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest : 

There  shall  love  and  joy  for  ever 
Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast  : 

Hail,  ye  happy,  happy  spirits  ! 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear : 

Grief  or  sorrow,  pain  or  anguish, 
Never  shall  distress  you  there. 


407 


8,7. 
Vis  ions  of  heaven. 


T^EATH  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 
•*-^  Christ  shall  guide  me  through  the  gloom : 
Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  convoy, 

To  convey  my  spirit  home : 
Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me 

While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side : 
Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 

Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

2  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating — 

Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme  : 
See,  they  whisper  !  hark  !   they  call  me — 

Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
Lo,  I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me  ! 

Hail,  ye  realms  of  endless  day ! 


288  MISCELLANY. 

2  Worlds  of  light  and  croons  of  glory, 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky. 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high : 
Soon  I" II  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease, 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean — 

Love     that  sweetest,  brightest  grace. 
-I  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me, 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies, 
Glory  shining  all  around  me, 

While  my  towering  spirit  fiies  : 
Jesus,  clad  in  dazzling  splendour, 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view  : 
Brethren,  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  serve  and  love  him  too. 


408 


6,  5. 
Draw  nigh  to  the  Holy. 


"TvRAW  nigh  to  the  Holy, 
-*-^    Bend  low  at  his  throne: 
There,  penitent,  lowly, 

Thy  sinfulness  own. 
There,  there,  if  thou  yearnest 

For  pardon  and  rest — 
There,  fervent  and  earnest, 

Prefer  thy  request. 

2  Confess  thy  backsliding, 
Thy  weakness  and  fears  : 

In  Jesus  confiding. 

There  pour  out  thy  tears. 
Think  not  he  will  scorn  thee, 

Though  wretched  thy  case ; 
His  hand  will  adorn  thee 

With  garments  of  grace. 

3  More  precious  than  treasure^ 
More  vast  than  the  seo. 


MISCELLANY.  28^ 

JTis  love  has  no  measure 

Nor  limit  to  thee. 
His  easy  yoke  wearing, 

His  pleasure  abide, — 
In  all  thy  cross-bearing 

He'll  walk  by  thy  side, 

10  Q  7,6,7,7,6. 

J-"  1/  Social  meeting. 

T\RAW  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah, 

-*-^  In  our  social  meeting  : 

In  this  propitious  hour, 

0  may  we  feel  thy  power, 
In  this  social  meeting. 

2  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blest  Jesus, 

t„ ~:~i ±: — . 


In  our  social  meeting : 

0  may  we  find  thy  favour, 

Thou  ever-blessed  Saviour, 

In  this  social  meeting. 
3  Draw  nigh  to  us,  blest  Spirit, 

In  our  social  meeting : 
Convince  and  renovate  us, 
Anew  in  Christ  create  us, 

In  this  social  meeting. 

4-10  7' 6- 

J--*-"  Mourners  comforted. 

T^ROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve^ 
-^  Heaven  is  propitious  : 
If  on  Jesus  you  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
See,  he  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  mourners  to  him  : 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die — 

Now  look  up  and  view  him. 
2  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden  : 
10 


1 


290  MISCELLANY. 

Still  he  cries.  "Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden." 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  high 

Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 
All  his  saints  adore  him: 

He  to  save  the  dying  came, — 

Prostrate  bow  before  him  : 
Wandering  sinners,  now  return: 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him  : 
Jesus  calls  you  :   cease  to  mourn: 

Worship  him  :   receive  him. 

4  Jehus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wound, 
0  the  wondrous  story  : 

I  was  lost  but  now  X'm  found, 

Glory  1   glory  !   glory  ! 
Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name. 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him : 
Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same, 

Only  come  and  prove  him. 

All  6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8. 

^£-L  -L  The  beggar. 

T7XCOURAGED  by  thy  word 
■*^  Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door  : 
No  hand,  no  heart,  0  Lord,  but  thine 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 
2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 
Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  wouldst  disdain  : 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear 


MISCELLANY.  291 

3  I  have  no  right  to  Bay, 
That  though  1  now  am  poor, 

Yet  once  there  was  a  day 
"When  I  possessed  more  : 
Thou  knowest  from  my  very  birth 
Fve  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 
As  beggars  often  do, 

Though  great  is  my  distress, 
My  faults  have  been  but  few  : 
If  thou  shouldst  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  should  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before  ; 

And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more  : 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I : 

No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy  : 
0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 
Until  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be 
Thy  bounties  to  conceal 

From  others,  who,  like  me, 
Their  wants  and  hunger  feel : 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  Wise, 

Our  ways  and  thoughts  transcend, 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  this  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine- men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  receives  the  beggar's  prayer. 


292  MISCELLANY. 

41 2  8  7 

■tx*J  j^Zm  of  heaven. 

T^AR  a":ove  yon  glorious  ceiling 
■*■    Of  the  azure-vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  love  revealing 

To  his  splendid  troops  on  high. 
Hosts  seraphic  humbly  bowing, 

At  his  feet  they  prostrate  fall : 
Saints  and  angels  all  avowing 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all. 

2  Could  we  leave  our  foolish  dreaming 
Of  a  fancied  heaven  below, 

And  see  Jesus'  glory  beaming, 
How  our  souls  would  long  to  go. 

We  in  him  our  rest  regaining, 
All  its  blessedness  should  prove  : 

O'er  our  foes  victorious  reigning, 
Perfected  in  spotless  love. 

3  We  should  for  his  day  be  waiting ; 
When  the  full  reward  is  given : 

He  the  glorious  work's  completing, 
And  will  take  his  church  to  heaven : 

Pure  from  every  stain  of  nature, 
There  in  holiness  to  shine : 

Moulded  like  its  great  Creator, 
All  immortal,  all  divine. 


413 


L.  M. 

Farewell. 


Tj^AREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
-■-    I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you : 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 

My  loving  friends,  farewell 


MISCELLANY.  293 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss, 

I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  : 

Vet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  we  shall  all  soon  meet  above. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven, 

You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you  : 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you : 
0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 
0  turn,  0  turn,  0  turn, 
And  Unci  salvation  near 


414 


lis. 
Farewell. 


"C'AREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time 
■*■         is  at  hand 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band : 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for 

a  while, 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence 

smile ; 


294  MISCELLANY. 

But  when  we  are  parted  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with 
God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be 

discharged, 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  en- 
larged : 

With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan 
may  roar, 

We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  stand  on  the 
shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who're  listed 

for  war, 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near  : 
Although  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to 

peace. 

5  Farewell,    seeking    mourners,    with    sad 

broken  heart, 
Go,  hasten   to   Jesus,  and  choose  the  good 

part: 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

6  Farewell,  faithful  Christians,  farewell,  all 

around, 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump 

shall  sound  : 
To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  the  heavenly  land. 


415 


Union. 


T^ROM  whence  does  the  union  arise, 
■*•     That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love? 
It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 
That  distance  nor  time  can  remove. 


MISCELLANY.  295 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost: 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus's  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends,  once  so  dear  unto  me, 
Our  souls  so  united  in  love, 

Where  Jesus  is  gone,  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  0  !  why  so  unwilling  to  part? 

Since  there  we  shall  soon  meet  again, 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  then  we  shall  see  that  bright  day 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Set  free  from  our  prisons  of  clay 
United  in  Jesus's  love. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 

Sing  loud  hallelujahs,  amen! 
Amen !  even  so  let  it  be. 

41  fi    -       CM 

^*- x  "      Tf  e  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
TTAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
-*--*-  Our  glowing  hearts  in  one : 
Hail !   sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds, 
To  joys  before  unknown. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given: 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  winter  blast 

May  howl  around  your  cot : 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot :  — 


296  MISCELLANY. 

3  From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand, 
From  India's  burning  plain  : 

From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 

4  Xo  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 
Our  future  meeting  knows  : 

There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  love  immortal  glows. 


417 


8,7. 

Autumn. 


TTAIL,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
■*-*■  Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom, 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to-morrow, 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying. 

Silent,  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 
Life  from  vegetation  flying. 

Calls  to  mind  the  mouldering  urn. 

2  Lo !   in  yonder  forest  standing, 
Lofty  cedars  how  they  nod, 

Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising  : 
Read  in  nature,  nature's  God. 

While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 
Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 

So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping — 
We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 
Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 

While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring. 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  mine  eyes : 
What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure, 

Since  I  know  no  earthly  joy, 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasure, 

Tini?  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 


MISCELLANY.  297 

•1  Former  friends  how  oft  I've  sought  the*n, 

Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind, 
Now  they're  gone,  like  leaves  of  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind. 
When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted, 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 
5  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night, 
But  my  hopes,  so  brightly  shining, 

Rise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom, 
Then  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying. 

Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb 

418  *8'4' 

\ha.kj  rj-jie  g08pei  trumpet, 

TTARK!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
-*"*-  Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds. 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  on  the  road 
To  endless  day. 

2  Fight  on.  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on ; 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 

And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 
In  endless  day. 

3  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join, 
With  saints  and  angels  all  combine, 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ; 
And  this  shall  b$  our  theme  above 
In  endless  day. 


298  MISCELLANY. 

41 9  8s 

\n  a  t/         ^e  royal  proclamation. 

TXEAR  the  royal  proclamation, 

-*-*■  Joyful  tidings  of  salvation, 

Publishing  to  every  creatufe, 

To  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 
Jesus  reigns — he  reigns  victorious. 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  gloriout, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banners  flying ! 
Hear  the  herald  loudly  crying ! 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 

.Now  is  offer  d  by  the  Saviour. 

3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  "wrath  and  ruin, 
"Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing : 
Here  is  life,  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you,  he  was  crucified, 
Conquer'd  death,  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal  through  him  given. 

5  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

6  Now  our  hearts  have  caught  new  fire^- 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher : 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamation, 

To  the  King  of  our  salvation. 

7  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  : 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 


MISCELLANY.  299 

8  Shout,  with  joyful  acclamation! 
Christ  has  purchased  our  salvation: 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory ! 

*—  U  The  family  Bible. 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollec- 
tion 
Of  youthful  emotion  and  innocent  joy, 
"When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies,  with  peace  from 
on  high  : 

1  still  view  the  chair  of  my  sire  and  my  mo- 

ther, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  are  ranged  on 
each  hand, 
And   that   richest  book  which   excels  every 
other, 
That  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand, 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  vield  us  de- 
light, 

The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation, 

For  mercy  by  day  and  safety  through  night. 

Our   hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony 

swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 

Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 

dwelling 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  Ye  scenes  of   tranquillity,  long  have  we 

parted. 
My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more  : 


300  MISCELLANY. 

In  sorrow  and  sadness,  I  live  broken-hearted, 
And  wander   unknown   on    a  far   distant 
shore  : 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  protec- 
tion, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand? 
0  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


421 


8s. 
The  cordial  of  love. 


|_|OW  svreet  is  the  cordial  of  love ! 
■"-  A  balm  to  the  sorrowful  soul : 
It  flows  from  the  Fountain  above, 
And  makes  the  disconsolate  whole. 

2  How  happy  the  souls  that  are  blest, 
And  sprinkled  with  Jesus's  blood ! 

That  lean  on  Immanuel's  breast. 
And  live  in  communion  with  God ! 

3  This  heavenly  sweetness  below 
Is  common  to  all  that  believe  : 

The  joys  of  communion  they  know, 
In  bonds  of  affection  they  live. 

4  While  striving  to  gain  the  blest  shore, 
They  mutual  succour  afford: 

They  look  to  the  heaven  before, 
And  follow  their  Captain  the  Lord. 

5  Their  joys  that  on  earth  are  begun, 
Will  soon  be  completed  above : 

Their  labour  below  will  be  done 
When  lost  in  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  There  all  the  ship's  company  meet, 
"Who  sail  with  their  Saviour  below  : 

Their  union  will  then  be  complete, 
And  sorrow  thev  never  shall  know. 


MISCELLANY.  301 

199  12'1L 

TTOW   sweet  to  reflect   on  those  joys  that 
-*"*-     await  me 

In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest. 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome    shall 
greet  me. 
And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest  : 
Encircled  in  light,  and  with  glory  enshrouded, 
My   happiness   perfect,    my  mind's   sky   un- 
clouded. 
I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded. 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden 
of  love. 

2  While  legions  of  angels,  with  harps  tuned 

celestial. 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 

The  saints,    as  they  flock  from  the   regions 

terrestrial. 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise  : 

The  song  of  redemption  shall  echo  through 

heaven, 
My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honour,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who   brought   us,    through   grace,    to   the 
Eden  of  love. 

8  Hail,  blessed  estate !  Hail,  ye  songsters  of 
glory ! 
Ye  harpers   of  bliss,    soon  I'll  meet  you 
above ! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the 
story. 
11  Salvation  from   sorrow,  through  Jesus's 
love." 


302  MISCELLANY. 

Though  prison'd  in  earth,  yet, by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  temp* 
tation  : 
My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  love. 

4.9Q  lls- 

jlhd  tJ  2y/ie  preacher  s  farewell. 

TTOW  swiftly  the  years  of  our  pilgrimage  fly, 

-"-  As  weeks,  months,  and  seasons  roll  si- 
lently by  ! 

Our  days  are  soon  number' d,  and  death 
sounds  our  knell : 

We  scarce  know  our  friends,  till  we  bid  them 
"farewell." 

2  The  righteous  and  wicked  move    swiftly 

along, 
In  crowds  to  the  grave,  both  the  old  and  the 

young. 
The  good  rise  to  heaven, — the  bad  sink  to  hell! 
They  take  on  life's  verge  an  eternal  farewell ! 

3  0  God  !  are  the  nations  all  bound  for  the 

tomb  ! 
Must  hard-hearted  sinners  soon  meet  their 

dread  doom  ! 
Save,  save,  great  Redeemer  ! — 0  break  the 

sad  spell ! 
Forgive,   and    prepare   them   to   bid    earth 

"farewell." 

4  Farewell,  fellow-sinners,  we're  free  from 

your  blood  ; 
Our  message  deliver'd,  we  leave  you  with  God. 
We've    begg'd    and   persuaded,    but   cannot 

compel : 
Till  judgment-day,    therefore,   we   bid   you 

"farewell." 


MISCELLANY.  303 

5  0  think  on  the  scenes  which  await  you  in 

death  : 

The  cold,  clammy  sweat,  and  the  quick,  pant- 
ing breath, 

The  winding-sheet,  coffin,  and  slow-tolling 
bell: 

Your  last,  solemn,  fearful,  eternal  farewell  i 

6  To  you,  fellow-Christians,  I  turn  with  de- 

"  light : 
The  grave  cannot  harm  you,  your  prospects 

are  bright. 
Be  fa.thful  and  humble, — temptations  repel: 
You'll   soon  leave  the  world  with  a  smiling 

farewell. 

7  Fa/ewell,  then,  my  brethren,  in  body  we 

part, 
But  one  common  Saviour  unites  us  in  heart : 
Through  grace  we  will  conquer  the  world, 

flesh,  and  hell, 
And  then  bid  this  earth  a  triumphant  farewell. 

8  Farewell    to    its    labours — farewell    to   its 

cares. — ■ 
Its  thousand  misfortunes,   temptations,   and 

snares  : 
We'll  mount  on  faith's  pinions,  with  angeh 

to  dwell, 
Where    saints   never  hear   the    sad   parting 

farewell. 

494.  11,12- 

:rwT  The  martyr's  death-song. 

T  HAVE  fought  the  good  fight,  I  have  finish'd 
■■■         my  race, 

And  thee.  0  my  Saviour, I  soon  shall  embrace : 
They  may  torture  this  body,  my  spirit  is  free, 
And  the  billows  of  death  shall  but  waft  it  tc 
thee. 


304  MISCELLANY. 

2  Let  thy  strength,  Lord,  but  gird  me — thy 

smile  be  but  mine, 
And  my  soul  on  thy  faithfulness  firmly  recline . 
The  dungeon,  the  sword,  or  the  stake  I  can 

dare, 
And  in  transports  expire,  if  my  Jesus  be  there. 

3  Did  my  Lord  feel  the  scourge  ?     Did  the 

thorns  pierce  his  brow  ? 
In  the  darkness  of  death,  on  the  cross  did  he 

bow? 
All  this  didst  thou  suffer,  my  Saviour,  for  me  : 
Then,  welcome  the  fetters  that  link  me  to  thee. 

4  United  in  sufferings — the  promise  is  clear, 
I  shall  with  my  Jesus  in  glory  appear : 

Out  of  great  tribulation  in  triumph  I  go, 
With  my  robe  washed  in  blood,  and  made 
whiter  than  snow. 

5  I  go  to  my  Saviour — I  go  to  my  God  : 

I  tread  the  same  path  my  Redeemer  once  trod  ■ 
Unworthy,  my  Jesus,  unworthy  am  I, 
E'en  to  fall  in  tny  cause — for  thy  truth  e'en 
lo  die. 

6  Lo !  on  my  clear  vision  the  seats  of  the  blest, 
Seem  calmly  to  shine,  and  invite  me  to  rest, 
Then,  unshaken,  my  soul  on  the  promise  re- 
lies,— ■ 

"Though  I  die,  I  shall  live— though  I  fall,  I 
shall  rise." 


425 


11,  8,  6,  7.  [Measure  of  the  original.] 
[Translated  by  J.  W.  Alexander.] 

Ich  las  dich  nicht. 


T  LEAVE  thee  not,  thou  art  my  Jesus  ever, 
-*-  Though  earth  rebel,  And  death  and  hell 
Would  from  its  steadfast  hold  my  faith  dis- 
sever : 


MISCELLANY.  305 

Hear  -what  my  lore  is  taught, 
Thou  art  mv  Jesus  ever, 
I  leave  thee  not.  I  leave  thee  not ! 

2  I  leave  thee  not,   thy  word  my  way  shall 

brighten : 
With  thee  I  go.  Through  weal  and  woe, 
Thy  precept  wise  shall  every  burden  lighten. 
My  Lord,  on  thee  I  hang. 
Nor  heed  the  journey's  pang: 
Though  thorny  be  my  lot. 
Let  but  thy  word  enlighten, 
I  leave  thee  not,  I  leave  thee  not  ! 

3  I  leave  thee  not.  e'en  in  the  lap  of  pleasure: 
For  when  I  stray  Without  thy  ray. 

My  richest  joy  must  cease  to  be  a  treasure. 
I  shudder  at  the  glee, 
When  no  delight  from  thee 
Has  heartfelt  peace  begot  : 
E'en  in  the  lap  of  pleasure, 
I  leave  thee  not.  I  leave  thee  not ! 

4  I  leave  thee   not.    my  God.  my  Lord,  my 

heaven. 
Nor    death    shall    rend    From    thee,    my 
friend. 
Who,  for  my  soul,  thyself  to  death  hast  given. 
For  thou  didst  die  for  me, 
And  love  goes  back  to  thee: 
My  God.  my  life,  my  heaven, 
I  leave  thee  not,  I  leave  thee  not ! 

49fi  lls 

x u  u  /  shall  be  satisfied. 

IF  I  in  thy  likeness.  0  Lord  !   may  awake, 
And  shine  a  pure  image  of  thee, 
Then  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  can  break 
The  fetters  of  flesh,  and  be  free  ! 


306  MISCELLANY 

2  I  know  the   stain'd  tablet  must   first   be 

wash'd  white. 
To  let  thy  bright  features  be  drawn: 
I  know  I  must  suffer  the  darkness  of  night, 
To  welcome  the  coming  of  dawn  : 

3  But  I  shall  be  satisfied  when  I  can  cast 
The  shadows  of  nature  all  by, 

"When  the  cold,  heavy  world  from  my  vision 
has  past, 
To  let  the  soul  open  her  eye. 

4  I  gladly  shall  feel  the  blest  morn  drawing 

near, 
When  time's  dreamy  fancies  shall  fade, 
If  then  in  thy  likeness  I  may  but  appear, 
And  rise  in  thy  beauty  array' d. 

5  To  see  thee  in  glory,  0  Lord !   as  thou  art, 
From  this  mortal,  perishing  clay, 

The  spirit  immortal  in  peace  would  depart, 
And  joyous  mount  up  her  bright  way. 

G  When  on  thine  own  image,  in  me,  thou  hast 
smiled, 

Within  thy  blest  mansion  :   and  when 
The  arms  of  my  Father  encircle  his  child — 

0;   I  shall  be  satisfied  then! 


427 


11,8,7. 
Rock  of  salvation. 


TF  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not 

■*-         thy  heart, 

Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee,  from  thy  God  to 
part : 
His  favour  seek,  his  praises  speak, 
Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation: 
Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be, 
The  Rock  of  thv  salvation 


MISCELLANY.  307 

2  If  distress  befall  thee,  painful  though  it  be. 
Let  not  grief  appal  thee,  to  thy  Saviour  flee  : 

He,  ever  near,  thy  prayers  will  hear, 

And  calm  thy  perturbation : 
The  waves  of  wo  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

3  When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not 

distress, 
Better  comforts  wait  thee,  Christ  will  freely 
bless: 
To  Jesus  flee,  thy  prop  he'll  be, 

Thy  heavenly  consolation : 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

4  Dangers  may  approach  thee,  let  them  not 

alarm, 
Christ  will  ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 
harm  : 
He  near  thee  stands,  with  mighty  hands, 

To  ward  off  each  temptation  : 
To  Jesus  fly,  he's  ever  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

5  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from 

his  blow, 
For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  be- 
stow : 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation : 
'Tis  gain  to  die,  with  Jesus  nigh, 
The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 

49Q  Six  7s. 

^w^  Social  prayer. 

TF  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 

-*■    Christians  meet  for  social  prayer: 

If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 

Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise — 


308  MISCELLANY. 

Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be, 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Antepast  to  that  above  : 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace, 

Till  we  each  in  his  degree, 

Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 

4.9  Q  L- M- 

^haju  Come  ivith  us. 

T  LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 

-*-  When  sinners  will  come  nocking  home, 

To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love, 

And  sing  his  praise  in  realms  above. 

2  Hark !  hear  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around : 

Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

3  He  now  is  knocking  at  your  heart, 
Waiting  salvation  to  impart : 

To  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

4  A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  wo : 

In  worlds  above,  with  Christ  to  dwell ; 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

5  Come,  sinners,  all  now  warning  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  : 
This  world  give  o'er,  leave  sin  behind, 
In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 

6  Take  your  companions  by  the  hand, 
Take  all  your  children  in  a  band, 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
He'll  pardon,  bless,  and  save  you  all. 


MISCELLAN1.  309 

4O0  9,10. 

T^^  I'm  a  pilgrim. 

T'M  a  pilgrim,,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
-*-    I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry,  but  a  night : 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  streamlets  are  ever  flowing. 
Pm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 
lean  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  sunbeams  are  ever  shining — 
I  am  longing,  I  am  longing  for  the  Bight: 
Within  a  country  unknown  and  dreary, 
I've  been  wandering  forlorn  and  weary. 

3  In  that  country  to  which  I  am  travelling, 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  the  light  : 
There  is  no  sorrow,  or  any  sighing, 

Or  any  sin  there,  or  any  dying. 

4  There  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary,  and  the  weary  are  at  rest : 
Therewith  angels,  the  saints,  and  the  Saviour, 

1  shall  sit  down  for  ever  and  ever. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger, 

I  am  trailing,  I  am  trav'liug  to  that  rest. 

^■-tJ  X  4  rhapsody. 

T'M  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 

From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly : 
Bright  angels  shall  from  glory  come, 
And  bear  the  weary  pilgrim  home. 

2  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

3  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home  . 
My  Saviour  smiles  and  bids  me  come  : 


310  MISCELLANY. 

Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

4  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  of  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode : 
My  theme  through  all  eternity 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 


432 


lis. 


1  am  iceary. 

T'M  weary  of  straying — 0  fain  would  I  rest 

■*■   In  that  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and 

the  blest, 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments 

spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  for  ever  are  fled. 

2  I'm  weary  of  hoping — where  hope  is  un- 

true, 
As  fair,  but  as  fleeting,  as  morning's  bright 

dew: 
I  long  for  that  land  whose  bless'd  promise 

alone 
Is  changeless  and  sure  as  eternity's  throne. 

3  I'm  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth, 
O'er  joy's  glowing  visions  that  fade  at  their 

birth— 

O'er  the  pangs  of  the  loved,  which  we  cannot 
assuage — 

O'er  the  blightings  of  youth,  and  the  weak- 
ness of  age. 

4  I'm  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away — 
The  sweetest,  t  he  dearest,  alas !  may  not  stay 


MISCELLANY.  311 

1  long  for  that  land  where  those  partings  are 

o'er, 
And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no 

more. 
5  I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  thy 

love : 
0  when  shall  I  rest  in  thy  presence  above  ? 
I'm  weary — but,  0  !  never  let  me  repine : 
Thy  word,  and  thy  love,  and  thy  promise  are 

mine. 

iqq  lls 

TZeJO    The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  1. 

TN  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 

-^  When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelm'd  with  sor- 
row and  care  ; 

From  the  end  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I 
cry,— 

Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 
Higher  than  I,  higher  than  I, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  When  Satan  the  tempter  comes  in  like  a 

flood, 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of 

good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Lord  who  for  sinners  did  die, — 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  And  when  I  have  finish' d  my  pilgrimage 

here, 
Complete  in    Christ's  righteousness  I   shall 

appear, 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan,  all  dangers  defy, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

4  And  when   the  last  trumpet  shall   sound 

through  the  skies, 
And  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth 
shall  arise, 


312  MISCELLANY. 

Transported  I'll  join  with  the  ransom'd  on 

high, 
To  praise  the  great  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I ! 
Higher  than  I,  higher  than  /, 
To  praise  the  great  Rock  that  is  higher  than  1 

4.Q4.  8> 7- 

^-^  J-  Sweet  affliction. 

TN  the  floods  of  tribulation, 

•*-  While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 

Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  ray  fainting  soul . 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 

2  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey, 
From  the  eater  food  is  given : 

Strengthen' d  thus,  I  still  press  forward, 
Singing,  as  I  wade  to  heaven, — 

Sweet  affliction,  sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

3  Mid  the  gloom  the  vivid  lightnings 
With  increasing  brightness  play, 

Mid  the  thorn-brake  beauteous  flowerets 

Look  more  beautiful  and  gay : 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 

4  So  in  darkest  dispensations, 
Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear, 

With  his  richest  consolations, 

To  reanimate  and  cheer  : 
Sweet  affliction,  sweet  affliction, 

Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near 

5  All  I  meet,  I  find,  assists  me 
In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 

Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me» 
Trials  never  more  annoy  : 


MISCELLANY.  313 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 

6  Bless'd  there  with  a  weight  of  glory, 

Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget, 
But,  exulting,  cry.  It  led  me 

To  my  blessed  Saviour's  seat — 
Sweet  affliction,  sweet  affliction, 

AVhich  has  brought  to  Jesus'  feet. 

\SifJtJ      Dying  grace  tor  dying  hours. 

TT  is  just  at  day's  departing 

**■   That  the  sun  most  glorious  glows, 

Life  und  joy  o'er  all  imparting. 

As  he  sinketh  to  repose  : 
Thus  when  low  the  spirit  bendeth 

To  death's  host  of  gloomy  powers, 
Then  his  richest  gift  God  sendeth, — 

Dying  grace  for  dying  hours. 

2  Then  the  soul,  on  wings  upsoaring, 
Triumphs  o'er  its  last  dread  foe  ; 

And,  the  Saviour's  love  adoring, 

To  its  heavenly  rest  doth  go  : 
Once  so  trembling,  weak,  and  fearful, 

Oft  it  falter'd  in  the  race. 
Now  rejoicing,  glad  and  cheerful, — 

Dying  hours  have  dying  grace. 

3  Fear  not,  then,  when  foes  assail  thee, 

Fear  not  when  the  night  is  dark, 
God's  sure  promise  cannot  fail  thee, 

He  will  guide  thy  trembling  bark : 
He  who  once  hath  died  to  win  thee, 

Will  thy  every  want  supply  : 
He  in  time  will  plant  within  thee 

Grace  to  live  and  grace  to  die. 


314  MISCELLANY. 


436 


C   M. 

The  heavenly  Jerusalem, 


JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home  ! 
**    0,  how  I  long  for  thee ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end ! 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ! 

2  Thv  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone 
Most  glorious  to  behold : 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks 
My  study  long  have  been, 

Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 

What  folly's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ? 

5  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 


437 


10's. 

Joyfully,  joyfully. 


TOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
**    Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

2  Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  that  land  of  delight  will  I  go : 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  1  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 


MISCELLANY.  315 

3  Friends  I  have  there,  who  have  pass'd  on 

before, 
"Waiting,    they  watch  me   approaching   that 

shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 

gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

4  Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear : 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear  ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

5  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  the  blow : 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb: 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 

6  Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banish*d.  his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

4.QQ  m- 

mtJU  Feed  thy  sheep. 

X  ET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
-^  Come  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  : 
Come,  0  come,  and  reign  for  ever, 

God  of  love  and  Prince  of  peace: 
Visit,  now,  poor  bleeding  Zion, 

Hear  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  : 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 
2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas — few  agree  : 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us — 

Help  us.  Lord,  to  follow  thee  ; 
Then  we'll  rush  through  what  encumbers, 

Over  every  hindrance  leap — 


816  MISCELLANY. 

Not  kept  back,  by  force,  or  numbers — 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Lord  in  us  there  is  no  merit — 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth  . 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

Which  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth  : 
On  thy  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep, 
Love  our  Lord,  and  Christ  our  Saviour— 

0  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 


439 


L.  M. 

The  good  old  way. 


T  IFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
-^  And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends  : 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  0  good  old  way,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 

But  may  our  actions  always  say, 
We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ— 
Our  happiness  he  would  destroy ; 

Yet  never  fear  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  Ye  valiant  souls,  for  heaven  contend, 
Soon  all  our  grief  in  joy  shall  end  ; 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way 


MISCELLANY.  317 

6  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
Through  grace  divine  we'll  gvtin  the  day, 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


440 


8,7. 

Music. 


T  ISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin, 
•*■*  Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music  alas  !    too  long  has  been 

Press'd  to  obey  the  devil : 
Drunken  or  lewd  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing, 
"Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 

Down  to  eternal  ruin. 

2  "Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 
Innocent  sounds  recover — 

Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  : 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Every  melting  measure, 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come,  let  us  try,  if  Jesus'  love 
Will  not  as  well  inspire  us  : 

This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us : 

Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing, 
Is  there  a  subject  greater  ? 

Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 
Jesus's  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is,  # 
His  is  the  noblest  passion  : 

Jesus's  name  is  life  and  peace, 
Happiness  and  salvation: 


318  MISCELLANY. 

Jesus's  name  the  dead  can  raise, 
Show  us  our  sins  forgiven : 

Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 
Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

6  Who  have  a  right  like  us  to  sing, 
Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 

Cheerful  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  King- 
Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 

Who  of  his  love  doth  once  partake, 
He  evermore  rejoices  : 

Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 
Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath. 
He  that  in  God  is  merry, 

Let  him  sing  psalms,  the  Spirit  saith, 

Joyful  and  never  weary. 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise 

In  spirit,  never  ceasing, 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship,  and  thanks,  and  blessing. 

7  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join 
Triumph  in  his  salvation  : 

Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration : 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Open'd  in  each  believer: 
Only  believe,  and  still  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  for  ever. 


C.  M. 

Parting. 

ORD,.when  together  here  we  meet, 
'  And  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 


441 
I 


MISCELLANY.  319 

2  Yet,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 
That  we  must  part  again, 

0  let  thy  gracious  presence  still 
With  every  one  remain. 

3  Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love, 

Till  we  around  thy  gracious  throne 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

4  Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart 
Shall  then  for  ever  fly, 

And  not  one  thought  that  we  should  part, 
Once  intercept  our  joy. 

5  Where,  void  of  all  distracting  pains, 
Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire  : 

But  in  seraphic,  heavenly  strains, 
Redeeming  love  admire. 

6  And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 
Upon  the  heavenly  shore, - 

The  great  mysterious  One  in  Three, 
Jehovah,  well  adore. 

442  lls 

T=*^  Home. 

IV  TID    scenes    of    confusion   and    creature 

-^-     complaints, 

How  sweet  to  niy  soul  is  communion  with 

saints : 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel,  in  the  presence  of  Jesus,  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home: 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds,  that  unite  all  the  children 

of  peace. 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 

cease : 


320  MISCELLANY. 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I 

roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  burden  of  flesh  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee  : 
Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 

foam, 
All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at 

home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day : 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  I  would  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  0  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy 

face  : 
Let  light  from  thy  presence  disperse  all  my 

gloom,  - 
And  give  me,  e'en  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 

6  I  long,  gracious  Lord,  in  thy  presence  to 

shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine ; 
But  in  thy  blest  image  arise  from  the  tomb, 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

44Q  lls 

"VTY  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
i.TX  Then  why  should  I  murmur  when  trials 

are  near  ? 
Be  hush'd,  my  dark  spirit,  the  worst  that 

can  come 
But  shortens  thy  journey  and  hastens  thee 

home. 


MISCELLANY.  321 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss 
And  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this  : 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not  piled, 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  maj 

grow, 
I  would  not  lie  down  upon  roses  below : 
I  ask  not  a  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  for  ever  on  Jesus's  breast. 

4  Afflictions  may  damp  me,  but  cannot  de- 

stroy : 
One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into  joy; 
And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  He  smile  but  on 

them, 
Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  turn  diamond  or 

gem. 

5  Let  doubt,  then,  and  danger  my  progress 

oppose, 
They  only  make  heaven  more  sweet  at  the 

close  : 
Comejoy  or  come  sorrow,  whatever  may  befall, 
One  hour  with  my  God  will  make  up  for  it  all. 

6  A  scrip  on  my  back  and  a  staff  in  my  hand, 
I  march  on,  in  haste,  through   an   enemy's 

land  : 
The  road  may  be  rough,  but  it  cannot  be  long, 
And  I'll  smooth  it  with  hope  and  I'll  cheer  it 

with  song. 

444  8> 6' 7- 

T^  J=  The  cross. 

"VTUST  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone, 
■*•*-*-  And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there" s  a  cross  for  me. 
11 


322  MISCELLANY. 

Yes,  there's  a  cross  on  Calvary, 
Through  which  by  faith  the  crown  I  see, — 
To  me  'tis  pardon  bringing: 
0  that's  the  cross  for  me ! 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 
Who  once  went  mourning  here  : 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 

And  joy  without  a  tear. 
For  perfect  love  will  dry  the  tear, 
And  cast  out  all  tormenting  fear 

Which  round  .my  heart  is  clinging : 
0  that's  the  love  for  me  ! 

3  We'll  bear  the  consecrated  cross, 
Till  from  the  cross  we're  free ; 

And  then  go  home  to  wear  the  crown, 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 
Yes,  there's  a  crown  in  heaven  above, 
The  purchase  of  my  Saviour's  love, 

For  me  at  His  appearing : 
0  that's  the  crown  for  me  ! 

4  The  saints  shall  hear  the  midnight  cry,' 
The  Lord  will  then  appear, 

And  virgins  wise,  with  burning  lamps, 

Will  meet  him  in  the  air ; 
For  there's  a  home  in  heaven  prepared, 
A  house  by  saints  and  angels  shared, 

Where  Christ  is  interceding: 
0  that's  the  home  for  me  ! 


445 


8,7. 

The  trumpet-call. 


IV/TY  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call, 

IT!.  Arise  an(j  i00k  around  you  : 

How  many  foes,  bound  to  oppose, 

Are  waiting  to  confound  you. 


MISCELLANY.  323 

The  trumpet  calls  from  Zion's  walls, 
Shake  off  your  sleep  and  slumber  : 

Arise  and  pray,  we'll  win  the  day, 
Though  we  are  few  in  number. 

2  Now  valiant  prove  for  him  you  love, 
Confide  in  his  great  power : 

Resolve  to  die,  but  never  fly, 

His  rock  shall  be  your  tower. 
Our  triumph's  sure  if  we'll  endure. 

And  urge  the  contest  stronger  : 
The  prize  of  life  shall  crown  the  strife, 

A  few  more  struggles  longer. 

3  The  conflict  sore  will  soon  be  o'er, 
The  trump  of  triumph  sounded  : 

Our  armour  bright  shall  with  delight 

At  Jesus'  feet  be  grounded. 
Then  God  shall  give,  and  we  receive, 

The  crowns  of  fadeless  glory  : 
And  long  will  dwell  in  heaven  to  tell 

Love's  all  immortal  story. 


446 


8,  10,  12. 
A  shout. 


f~\  HOW  charming,  0  how  charming, 
"   Is  the  radiant  band  of  music  ! 
0  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air  ! 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Enraptured  spirits  play  their  parts  : 

Shout,  shout,  the  great  Messiah's  come  tc 
reign. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending, 
Brings  the  joyful  news,  0  joyful ! 

Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's 
birth, 

The  great  Messiah's  come  to  earth. 


324  MISCELLANY. 

Good-will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 
The  Saviour's  born  in  Bethlehem : 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory's  come  to 
reign. 

3  See  his  star  arising,  see  his  star  arising, 
In  the  eastern  sky  now  rising, 

See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky, 
The  day-spring  opening  from  on  high  : 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

And  now  begins  the  gospel  day : 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory's  come  to 
reign. 

4  Shepherds  adore  him,  wise  men  have  found 

him, 
(xlory  be  to  God,  0  glory ! 

Wise  men  have  found  him  by  the  rising  star, 
And  come  to  worship  from  afar : 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent: 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory's  come  to 
.  reign. 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  in  concert, 
Praise  their  infant  King  !  0  praise  him  ! 

Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  their  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing : 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 

Shout,  shout,  the  King  of  glory's  come  to 
reign. 

447  c- M- 

^*- J-  •  The  voyage. 

f\  FOR  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love, 
"  To  waft  my  soul  away, 
To  the  celestial  world  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 


MISCELLANY.  S2t 

2  Eternal  Spirit,  deign  to  be 
My  pilot  here  below. 

To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
"Where  angry  tempests  blow. 

3  From  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 
From  quicksands  of  despair — 

0  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  latent  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above. 
On  that  celestial  shore, 

Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
Where  tempests  never  roar. 


448 


L.  M. 
Jesus. 


f\  GIVE  me.  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
^   My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn  : 
Give  me.  with  broken  heart.,  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony. 

2  0  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  the  wondrous  sight: 

0  that,  with  Salem's  daughters,  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die  ! 

3  I'd  hang  around  his  feet,  and  cry, 
Lord,  save  a  soul  condemn'd  to  die ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son ! 

4  Father  of  mercy,  drop  thy  frown, 
And  give  me  shelter  in  thy  Son ; 
And  with  my  broken  heart  comply: 
0  save  me,  Jesus  !   or  I  die. 

5  0  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
If  thou  wilt  ease  me  of  my  guilt  : 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  me  cry. 
And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 


326  MISCELLANY. 

449  lls- 

-I--I-1/  Good  news. 

OHOW  I  have  long'd  for  thy  coming,  0 
Lord, 
And  sought  thee  by  praying  and  searching 

thy  word ! 
With  watching  and  fasting  my  sou!  was  op- 

prest, 
Nor  would  I  give  over  until  I  was  blest. 

2  The  news  of  thy  mercy  at  length  did  ap- 

pear : 
According  to  promise,   thou  answer'dst  my 

prayer  ; 
And  glory  is  open'd  in  floods  on  my  soul — 
Salvation  from  Zion's  beginning  to  roll. 

3  See  other  poor   sinners,   who  fall   at  thy 

feet, 
Oppress'd  by  a  burden  enormously  great : 
0  raise  them,  my  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  shout  hallelujah  like  angels  above. 

4  I'll  sing  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll  shout  and 

I'll  sing ! 
0  God,  make  the    nations  with   praises    to 

ring, 
With  loud  acclamations  of  Jesus's  love, 
And  carry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

5  We'll  wait  for  his  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw 

near  : 
0    come,    my  dear    Saviour,    let   glory   ap- 
pear : 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
O'erwhelm'd,  like  the  angels,  in  joy  and  in 
love. 


MISCELLANY.  327 

T:  O  \j  ffe  {s  precious. 

r\  JESUS,  my  Saviour  !  I  know  thou  art 
"       mine ! 

For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  earth  I  resign : 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  Hove  thee  the  best: 
"Without  thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I'm 
blest. 

2  Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy,  and 

my  love, 
None  richer  possess'd  by  the  angels  above  : 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame : 
I'm  raised  into  rapture  while  praising  his 

name. 

3  Though  weak  and  despised,  by  faith  I  now 

stand, 
Preserved    and  defended    by  Heaven's  kind 

hand: 
By   Jesus    supported,    I'll   praise   his    dear 

name, 
Regardless  of  danger,  of  praise,  or  of  blame. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer : 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near  : 

My  constant  companion,  0  may  we  not  part  I 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  dwells  in  my  heart ! 

5  If  ever  I  loved,  sure  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 
I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways,  and  thy 

word: 
I  love  all  my  brethren,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from 

wo. 

6  When  happy  in.  Jesus,  I  regard  not  the 

proud, 
Though  sinners  despise  me  for  shouting  so 
loud ; 


328  MISCELLANY. 

For  death  will  soon  call  ine,  and  tnen  shall  I 

fly 

To  praise  my  dear  Jesus  in    mansions  on 
high. 


451 


lis. 

Love  to  the  Saviour. 


r\  JESUS,  my  Saviour !  to  thee  I  submit, 
"  With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at 

thy  feet, 
The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh,  and  blood, 
To  thee,  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God. 

2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my 

Lord : 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour — I  trust  in  thy  word: 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost 

know ; 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show. 

3  I'm  happy,   I'm   happy,    0   wondrous  ac- 

count ! 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount, 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  angels, my  kindred,  and  Jesus,  more  dear. 

4  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest, 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest! 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 

song, 
Thy  love  doth  inspire  both  my  heart  and  my 

tongue. 
6  0  who  is  like  Jesus  ?  he's  Salem's  bright 

King: 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  and  helps  me  to 

sing: 
I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  with  notes  loud 

and  shrill, 
While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 


MISCELLANY.  329 


459  CM- 

±-*J  £j  Longing  for  home. 

r\  LAND  of  rest !   for  thee  I  sigh: 
^  When  will  the  moment  come 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armour  by, 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome  : 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo — 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest: 
He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 

And  lean  for  succour  on  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  the  field 
Where  foes  with  fury  foam, 

But,  ah  !  my  passport  was  not  seal'd — 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When,  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 
I  view  the  gaping  tomb, 

Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 
This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 

I  long  to  quit  tlv  unhallow'd  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


453 


11,  12,  13. 

The  banner  of  the  cross. 


OSAY  can  you  see,  bv  the  truth's  holy 
light. 
What  the  fathers  once  hail'd,  in  the  world's 
earlv  being, 


330  MISCELLANY. 

When  for  sin,  o'er  our  race,  hung  the  mantle 
of  night — 
What  God,  for  our  weal,  was  in  mercy  de- 
creeing ? 

The  tanner  unfurl' d  which  shall  conquer  the 
world, 

When  sin  shall  be  vanquish'd — to  darkness 
be  hurl'd  : 

0  the  cross  is  that  banner,  and  long  may  it 
wave, 

Till  Jesus  lead  captive  both  death  and  the 
grave ! 

2  'Twas   but  dimly  perceived  through    the 

darkness  that  reign'd, 
And  man   seem'd  enchanted  in  slumbers 

reposing  ; 
But  the  prophets  their  message  of  mercy 

proclaim'd, 
The  banner  of  peace  though  obscurely  dis- 
closing : 
Oft  it  seem'd  to  unfold  o'er  the  clouds  as  they 

roll'd, 
And  the  day  brightly  dawn'd  by  the  prophets 

foretold, 
When  the  blood-stained  banner  in  triumph 

shall  wave 
O'er  the  earth,  o'er  the  sea,  over  death  and 

the  grave. 

3  Now  where  is  the  foe  that  so  vauntingly 

swore, 
By   the  gods  whom  he  worshipp'd,   that 

darkness  should  rule  us — 
No    home    should    await    us  where    angels 

adore, 
But  death  and  the  grave  should  together 

control  us  ? 


MISCELLANY.  831 

He  has  trembled  with  fear,  and  will  flee  in 

despair. 
Like  the  lion  the  archers  have  chased  to  his 

lair ; 
And  our   banner    in    triumph    continues  to 

wave, 
And    triumph  it  must    over  death    and  the 

grave. 

4  Thus  will  it  be  ever  while  Christians  shall 

stand 
Near  the  cross,  and  remember  their  high 

destination : 
Bless?d  with  victory  and  peace,  this  invin- 
cible band 
Shall  shout  when  the  Lord  has  renew'd  all 

creation ; 
For  conquer  they  must,  as  their  cause  is  most 

just ; 
And  this  is  their  motto,  In  God  is  our  trust! 
0  their  banner    in  glory,  in  triumph    shall 

wave, 
When  lost    is  the   power  of  death   and  the 

grave. 


454 


S.  M. 
0  sing  to  me  of  heaven. 


f\  SING  to  me  of  heaven 

"   When  I  am  call'd  to  die! 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstasy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high  ! 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 
Roll  off  my  marble  brow, 

Burst  forth  in  strains  of  joyfulness, 
Let  heaven  besrin  below! 


332  MISCELLANY. 

3  When  the  last  moment  comes, 
0  watch  my  dying  face, 

And  catch  the  bright,  seraphic  gleam 
Which  o'er  each  feature  plays. 

4  Then,  to  my  ravish'd  ears, 
Let  one  sweet  song  be  given — 

Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 
And  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

And  clasp  my  pale  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  Then  round  my  senseless  clay 
Assemble  those  I  love, 

And  sing  of  heaven,  delightful  heaven, 
My  glorious  home  above. 


4-^  n'8- 

\£.*J  U  The  praise  oj  Jesus. 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

2  0  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 
And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see. 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 


MISCELLANY.  333 

Fe   daughters  of    Zion,    declare,   have    you 
seen 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  has  gone  ! 

3  This  is  my  Beloved — his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odours  around : 

The  locks  on  his  head  are   as  grapes  on  the 
vine. 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  erown'd  : 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On    his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence 
glow, 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

4  His  voice,   as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer 

sweet. 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death : 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath  : 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace. 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  Love  sits  in  his  evelids,  and  scatters  de- 

light 
Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  : 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy  : 
He  looks,   and   ten  thousands  of  angels  re- 
joice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word: 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 


334  MISCELLANY. 

4:00  Why  will  ye  die? 

OTURN  ye,  0  turn  ye !  for  why  will  ye 
die, 
When  God,  in  great  mercy,  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  myites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  de- 

lay, 
Your  hearts    may   grow  better   by   staying 

away ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  a3 

you  be, 
While  streams  of    salvation  are    flowing  so 

free. 

3  Now  Jesus  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
And  grant  you  a  pardon,  if  you  will  believe  ; 
If   sin    is  your    burden,  why  will  you    not 

come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome — he  bids  you  come 
home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  ycu  ob- 

tain 
To   soothe  your    affliction,    or  banish    your 

pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirits  when  summon'd  to 

die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  ? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  op 

air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare  : 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and 

free. 


MISCELLANY.  335 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour 

your  heart, 
And,  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part: 
0  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not 

come  ? 
We'll   journey    together,    and    soon    be    at 

home. 


457 


7,6. 

Valiant  soldier. 


r\  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
^*   And  reign  with  him  above, 
And  drink  the  flowing  fountain 

Of  everlasting  love ! 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier ; 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bids  me  not  give  o'er; 

And,  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
A  crown  of  life  he'll  give ; 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Shall  ever  with  him  live. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu : 
Then,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful. 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 


336  MISCELLANY. 

0  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray ; 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith  and  hope  and  love; 
And  when  the  combat's  ended, 

iou'11  reign  with  him  above. 
5  0  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend ; 
And,  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request : 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

45  O  The  knell. 

QFT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll, 
^  Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul ; 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepared,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  ?" 

2  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death : 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plunged  into  a  world  unknown. 

3  Then,  leaving  all  I  loved  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go : 

Must  hcar  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state. 

4  But  could  I  bear  to  hear  him  say, 
" Depart,  accursed,  far  away! 
With  Satan,  in  the  lowest  hell, 
Thou  art  for  ever  doom'd  to  dwell." 

5  Lord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee: 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  mv  sin,  and  in  me  live. 


MISCELLANY.  337 

6  Then,  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  saved  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear : 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

Jlfj  O  Prospect  of  Canaan. 

/^kUR  bondage  it  shall  end  by  and  by — 
^  From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 

Hail  the  glorious  jubilee, 
And  to  Canaan  we'll  return  by  and  by. 

2  Though  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  en, 
Though  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 

Lo,  Sinai's  God  is  near, 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves  we'll  go  on. 

3  Though  Marah  has  bitter  streams,  we'll  go 

on, 
Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
And  the  land  yield  no  supply, 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine  we'll  go  on. 

4  And  when  to  Jordan's  floods  we  are  come, 
Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 

And  the  waters  he'll  divide, 
And  the  ransom'd  host  shall  shout,  we  are 
come. 

5  Then  friends  shall  meet  again,  who  have 

loved, 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet 
At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have 

loved. 

6  Then  with  all  the  happy  throng  we'll  re- 

joice, 
Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 
Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity  we'll  rejoice. 


338  AIISCELLANS. 

4-fiO  65' 

3.  vj\j    p00Tf  wilder ed,  weeping  heart. 
T)OOR,  wilder'd,  weeping  heart, 
-*■     What  can  relieve  thee  ? 
Come,  sinful  as  thou  art, 

Christ  will  receive  thee : 
Come,  though  with  woes  opprest, 
Soft  is  thy  Saviour's  breast, 
There  mayst  thou  sweetly  rest, 

There  naught  can  grieve  thee. 

2  Come,  trembling,  timid  soul, 
Why  this  delaying  ? 

Thunders,  that  o'er  thee  roll, 

Fall  on  thee  straying  : 
Turn  from  destruction's  ways, 
Turn  to  the  throne  of  grace, 
There  seek  thy  Father's  face, 

Weeping  and  praying. 

3  Hence  guilty  fear  and  doubt, 
Leave  me  for  ever  : 

Lord,  wilt  thou  cast  me  out  ? 

Never — 0  never  : 
From  unbelief  of  mind : 
From  thoughts  to  sin  inclined: 
From  flesh  and  hell  combined, 

Thou  wilt  deliver. 

A  CK 1  ^'  **" 

^fcvl  J.       Admonition  to  the  young 
"OEMEMBER,  sinful  youth, 
-*-*'  You  must  die  : 
Who  hate  the  way  of  truth, 
And  in  your  pleasures  boast : 

You  must  die ! 
2  Uncertain  are  your  days, 

Here  below ; 


MISCELLANY.  339 

For  God  hath  many  ways 
To  bring  you  to  your  graves, 
Here  below. 

3  And  if  you  travel  down 
The  broad  road, 

To  darkness  you  are  bound, 
Eternally  around, 
The  broad  road. 

4  To  a  dreadful  judgment-day 
You  are  bound : 

Think  of  it  as  you  may — 
Nor  can  you  it  delay — 
You  are  bound. 

5  Then  to  the  Saviour  flee — 
'Scape  for  life — 

Lest  death  eternal  be 
Your  final  destiny — 
'Scape  for  life. 

^V£  Return. 

TDETURX,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home, 
■"•  Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  : 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam, 
In  guilt  and  misery. 
Return,  return  ! 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home, 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee : 

The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say  come, 
0  now  for  refuge  flee. 
Return,  return! 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  to  thy  home 
'Tis  madness  to  delay  : 

There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day. 
Return,  return ! 


340  MISCELLANY. 

4fi2       -     L' M' 

^V  ZJ  IS  ill  ye  also  go  away? 

CAY  now,  ye  lovely  social  band, 

^  Who  walk  the  road  to  Canaan's  land: 

Ye  who  have  fled  from  Sodom's  plain, 

Say,  do  you  wish  to  turn  again  ? 

2  0  !   have  ye  ventured  to  the  field 

Well  orm'd  with  helmet,  sword,  and  shield  ! 

And  shall  the  world,  with  dread  alarms, 

Compel  you  now  to  ground  your  arms  ? 

8  0  !   come,  young  soldiers,  count  the  cost, 

And  say  what  pleasures  have  you  lost ; 

Or  what  misfortune  does  it  bring 

To  have  Jehovah  for  your  King  ? 

4  0  !   what  contentment  did  you  find 
When  love  of  pleasure  ruled  your  mind  ? 
No  sweet  reflections  lull'd  your  rest, 
Nor  conscious  virtue  calm'd  your  breast. 

5  Did  you  not  dread  that  awful  day 
That  soon  must  sweep  your  joys  away, 
When  death  shall  sing  in  mournful  strain, 
M  Let  dust  return  to  dust  again  ?" 

6  But  now  your  thoughts  delight  to  soar 
Where  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more  : 
They  pass  the  grave,  and  mount  on  high 
To  the  fair  fields  above  the  sky. 


4fi4  10'7'9- 

mvja:  The  atonement. 

CAW  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour, 

^   Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 

0  !   he  died  on  Calvary, 

To  atone  for  you  and  me. 

And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood 


MISCELLANY.  341 

2  He  was  extended — ITe  was  extended, 
Painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross  : 

Here  lie  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 

To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding — Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain. 

And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

4  Darkness  prevailed — darkness  prevailed, 
Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land, 

And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 
When  his  Majesty  Divine 

Was  derided,  insulted;  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finish' d — when  it  was  finish'd, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 

He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalm' d  in  spices  sweet, 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

G  Hail,  mightySaviour — hail, mighty  Saviour, 
Prince,  and  the  author  of  peace! 

0  !  he  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And,  triumphant,  from  beneath. 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding — there  interceding, 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 

Crying,  "Father,  I  have  died, 
0  behold  my  hands  and  side, 

0  forgive  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  "I  will  forgive  them — I  will  forgive  them, 
When  they  repent  and  believe : 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
And  be  reconciled  to  me, 

And  salvation  thev  all  shall  receive  n 


342  MISCELLANY. 


465 


8,7,11,9,6. 
Welcome  home. 


CEE,  Christian,  see  how  time  steals  on: 
^  Soon  will  sink  life's  setting  sun: 
Like  the  gleams  of  closing  day, 
Fade  these  fleeting  hours  away. 
Then  up  let  us  toil  till  our  toilings  are  o'er, 
Till  we  shall  be  borne  to  eternity's  shore : 
Our  final  summons  having  come, 
How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home. 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 

2  See  how  the  shades  of  death  come  nigh — 
Blissful  shades  when  Christians  die  : 
They  mark  the  path  our  Saviour  trod, 
Dying  saints  to  waft  to  God  : 
Then  up,fellow-Christian,letmourningbe  o'er: 
Rejoice  in  the  Saviour,  rejoice  evermore  : 
Our  final  summons  having  come, 
How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home. 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 


m 


9,8. 
Revival. 


QEE  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling: 
^  Poor  sinners  are  returning  home : 
The  time  that  prophets  were  foretelling, 

With  signs  and  wonders,  now  is  come. 
The  gospel  trumpets  now  are  roaring 

From  sea  to  sea,  from  land  to  land ; 
God's  Holy  Spirit  is  down-pouring, 

And  Christians  joining  heart  and  hand. 


MISCELLANY.  343 

2  Ten  thousand  fall  before  Jehovah, 
For  mercy — mercy  !  loud  they  cry  ; 

Then  rise,  all  shouting  hallelujah! 

And  glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 
But  many  cry,  "  It's  all  disorder,'' 

And  disbelieve  God's  holy  word ; 
But  Christians  sing  and  shout  the  louder, 

All  glory,  glory  to  the  Lord. 

3  0  sinners!  hear  our  invitation  ! 
You  are  but  feeble  dying  worms: 

0  fly  to  Jesus  for  salvation, 

Or  you  must  meet  God's  awful  storms : 
We  warn  you  in  the  name  of  Jesus, 

The  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead ; 
But  if  you  still  refuse  to  hear  us, 

Your  blood  shall  be  upon  your  head. 

4  Now  God  is  calling  every  nation, 

The  bond  and  free,  the  rich  and  poor  : 
These  are  the  days  of  visitation  ; 

Sweet  gospel-grace  will  soon  be  o'er : 
The  Lord  shall  come,  all  clothed  in  thunder 

And  lightning  streaming  from  his  eye  : 
0  !   then  he'll  cut  his  foes  asunder, 

And  cast  them  where  the  damned  lie. 

4-fi7  8'7' 

Jlv/  4  27<e  gospel  ship. 

CEE,  the  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 
^  Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  : 
All  who  would  set  out  for  glory, 
Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor! 
Glory!  glory!  hallelujah! 

All  the  sailors  loudly  cry : 
See  the  blissful  port  of  glory 
Open  to  each  faithful  eye  ! 
2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed 
Far  beyond  this  earthly  shore ! 


344  MISCELLANY. 

Thousands  now  are  sailing  thither, 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 

3  Sails  well  fill'd  with  heavenly  breezes, 
Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along ; 

All  her  company  rejoicing, 

"  Glory  !"  bursts  from  every  tongue. 

4  Come  on  board  this  noble  vessel ! 
Sail  with  us  o'er  life's  rough  sea  • 

And  with  us  you  shall  be  happy, 
Happy  through  eternity! 


468 


See  the  Lord  of  glory  dying. 
C  EE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying, 
^  See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying, 

See  his  burden'd  bosom  heave : 
Look,  ye  sinners,  ye  that  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him, 

Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  quaking, 
Earth  unto  her  centre  shaking, 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead : 
Lo,  the  sun  is  struck  with  wonder, 
While  the  legal  peals  of  thunder 

Smite  the  dear  Redeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  thrill  the  quivering  string : 
Songs  seraphic  all  suspended, 
Till  the  mighty  war  was  ended, 

By  the  all-victorious  King. 

4  Hell,  and  all  the  powers  infernal, 
Vanquish'd  by  the  King  Eternal, 

When  he  pour'd  the  vital  flood; 
By  his  groans,  which  shook  creation, 
Lo  !   we  found  a  proclamation  : 

Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 


MISCELLANY.  345 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  with  adoration — 
Fill  with  songs  the  wide  creation, 

He  is  risen  from  the  grave  : 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 
To  the  Rock  of  your  salvation, 

"Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 

6  Bear,  with  patience,  tribulation, 
Overcoming  all  temptation, 

Till  the  glorious  jubilee  : 
He  will  come  with  bursts  of  thunder, 
Then  shall  we  adore  and  wonder, 

Singing  on  the  highest  key. 


469 


10,8,7. 
Shed  not  a  tear. 


SHED  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early 
bier— 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — • 
Smile  when  the  slow  tolling  bell  you  shall 
hear — 
"When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my 

grave : 
Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save : 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransom'd  shall 
have — 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  which  may  wave  over  me — 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 

Sing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see: 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 

Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day: 

Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  lingering 
ray  : 

Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  pass'd  away — 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 


346  MISCELLANY. 

3  Plant  ye  arose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed, 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone — 

Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blest  early  dead — 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone — 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all 
care : 

Serve  ye  the  Lord  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share  •• 

Look  up  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there — 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

470  ait 

J- •  V  Something  new. 

QINCE  man,  \y  sin,  has  lost  his  God, 
^  He  seeks  creation  through  ; 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possess'd,  like  fading  flowers, 
Soon  loses  its  gay  hue : 

The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  soul  wants  something  new. 

3  And  could  we  call  all  Europe  ours, 
With  India  and  Peru — 

The  mind  would  feel  an  aching  void, 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  feel  a  Saviour's  love, 
All  good  in  him  we  view  : 

The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  delights — 
In  Christ  finds  all  things  new. 

5  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  brings 
Will  bear  a  strict  review ; 

Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new. 

AH  1  6s' 

Tt  %  X  Sinner,  come. 

OINNER,  come,  mid  thy  gloom, 

^  All  thy  guilt  confessing, 


MISCELLANY.  6  ±7 

Trembling  now,  contrite  bow, 
Take  the  offer  d  blessing. 

2  Sinner,  come,  while  there's  room, 
"While  the  feast  is  waiting — 

While  the  Lord,  by  his  word, 
Kindly  is  inviting. 

3  Sinner,  come,  lo  !   the  tomb 
Opens  wide  before  thee  ! 

See  death  stand — lift  his  hand, 
Waiting  to  devour  thee 

4  Sinner,  come,  ere  thy  doom 
Shall  be  seal'd  for  ever: 

Now  return,  grieve  and  mourn, 
Flee  to  Christ  the  Saviour. 


4-72  8' 7' 

J-  I  Arf  Death  of  a  sister. 

C ISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
^  Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening 

"When  it  floats  among  the  trees : 
Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low  : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number, 

Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

2  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us : 

He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 

Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 


348  MISCELLANY. 

ah  O  ',  I,  '<  5- 

*  •  *J   Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise. 

OOLDIERS  of  the  cross,  arise! 
^  Lo,  your  Captain  from  the  skies, 
Holding  forth  the  glittering  prize, 

Calls  to  victory ! 
Fear  not,  though  the  battle  lower, 
Firmly  stand  the  trying  hour, 
Stand  the  tempest's  utmost  power, 

Spurn  his  slavery. 

2  Who  the  cause  of  Christ  would  yield  ? 
Who  would  leave  the  battle-field  ? 
Who  would  cast  away  his  shield  ? 

Let  him  basely  go  : 
Who  for  Zion's  King  will  stand  ? 
Who  will  join  the  faithful  band? 
Let  him  come  with  heart  and  hand, 

Let  him  face  the  foe. 

3  By  the  mercies  of  our  God, 
By  Immanuel's  streaming  blood, 
When  alone  for  us  he  stood, 

Ne'er  give  up  the  strife : 
Even  to  the  latest  breath 
Hark  to  what  your  Captain  saith : 
Be  thou  faithful  unto  death, 

Take  the  crown  of  life. 

4  By  the  woes  which  rebels  prove, 
By  the  bliss  of  holy  love, 
Sinners,  seek  the  joys  above, 

Sinners,  turn  and  live  ! 
Here  is  freedom  worth  the  name: 
Tyrant  sin  is  put  to  shame, 
Grace  inspires  the  hallow'd  flame. 

God  the  crown  will  give. 


MISCELLANY.  349 

4-7-4-  G  M 

-1-  •  ^*-  Hope  of  heaven. 

OWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 
^   Lie  just  before  mine  eye  : 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  to  those  rivers  fly  : 

1  d  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind: 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  I  view  the  monster  Death,  and  smile, 
Now  he  has  lost  his  sting: 

Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  in  triumph  sing : 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms. 

And  will  not  let  him  go  : 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I'll  know. 

3  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 

I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
My  rapturous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea  : 
This  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 

Is  now  transporting  me. 

475  8'8'0, 

J-  •  *J  Revival  blessings. 

rPHE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 

-*-    The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 


350  MISCELLANY. 

2  0  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  : 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  leads  his  people  home. 

3  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour,  merciful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive : 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent: 
Out  uf  one  sinner  legions  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

4  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on : 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

5  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high : 
It  comes  in  floods,  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

6  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply  : 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

7  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 


MISCELLANY.  351 

3  Amen  !   amen  !  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er : 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

Aj7  (*  7,  6. 

"X  4  U    The  morning  light  is  breaking. 
r|THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 
■*■    The  darkness  disappears  : 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Sion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 
In  many  a  gentle  shower, 

And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above  : 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel's  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing— 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation, 
Pursue  thy  onward  way  : 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 
Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  : 


352  MISCELLANY. 

Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 

Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 
Proclaim  the  Lord  is  come. 


477 


7,  6,  7,  6,  8,  8,  6,  6. 
The  choice. 


rpHE  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 
-*    Is  not  the  pearl  for  me, 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly 

As  sunshine  on  the  sea  ; 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
'Tis  call'd  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 

Though  few  its  value  see : 

0  that's  the  pearl  for  me ! 

2  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch 
Is  not  the  crown  for  me  : 

It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee  ; 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love, 

For  ever  bright  'twill  be  : 

0  that's  the  crown  for  me  ! 

3  The  road  that  many  travel 
Is  not  the  road  for  me  : 

It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
'Tis  mark'd  by  Christ's  most  precious  Llood : 

The  passage  here  is  free : 

0  that's  the  road  for  me  ! 

4  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish 
Is  not  the  hope  for  me  : 

Most  surely  will  they  perish 
Unless  from  sin  made  free. 


MISCELLANY.  353 

But  there's  a  hope  which  trusts  the  Lord, 
^nd  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 

And  sinful  passions  flee  : 

0  that's  the  hope  for  me. 


i 


78 


The  wondrous  love  of  Jesus. 
rFHE  wondrous  love  of  Jesus. 
-*-    From  doubts  and  fears  it  frees  us. 
With  pitying  love  he  sees  us,  i 

Still  toiling  here  below  : 
Through  tribulation  driven, 
We'll  force  our  way  to  heaven  : 
Through  consolation  given, 

Rejoicing  on  we'll  go. 

2  Companions,  now  distressed, 
By  Satan  sore  oppressed, 
Cheer  up.  you'll  be  released, 

Your  Captain's  gone  before. 
In  every  trying  hour, 
He'll  save  you  by  his  power, 
And  bring  you  safe  to  our 

Sweet  rest  on  yonder  shore. 

3  0  yonder  is  the  glory. 
It  lies  but  just  before  you. 
And  there  we'll  tell  the  story 

Of  all-redeeming  love  : 
There  shall  we — matchless  favour — 
Drink  of  that  flowing  river, 
And  ever,  ever,  ever. 

Surround  the  throne  above. 

47  Q  8-°-7' 

T- I  t/  The  pearl  for  me. 

THHE  world  their  fancied  pearl  may  crave, 
-*■    'Tis  not  the  pearl  for  me  : 
'Twill  lose  its  lustre  in  the  grave, 
'Twill  perish  in  the  sea. 
12 


354  MISCELLANY. 

But  there's  a  pearl  of  price  untold, 
Which  neYer  can  be  bought  with  gold, 
The  sinking  soul  'twill  save — 
0  that's  the  pearl  for  me  ! 

2  Let  pleasure  chant  her  siren  song, 

'Tis  not  the  song  for  me  : 
To  weeping  it  will  turn  ere  long, 

For  this  is  Heaven's  decree  ; 
But  there's  a  song  the  ransoni'd  sing 
To  Jesus,  their  exalted  King, 
With  joyful  heart  and  tongue — 

0  that's  the  song  for  me  ! 


480 


G,  4,  7. 
The  happy  land. 

HTHERE  is  a  happy  land, 
■*■    Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  : 
0  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye ! 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 
Come,  come  away  : 

Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay  ? 
0  we  shall  happy  be, 
WThen,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye  ! 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 
Beams  every  eye, 

Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 
Love  cannot  die. 


MISCELLANY.  355 


0,  then,  to  glory  run  : 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 
We  reign  for  aye  ! 


481 


L.  M. 

The  way  to  heaven. 


HPHERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
-*-    A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Yet  often  fear  'tis  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend.  0  hallelujah ! 

Hallelujah!  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  : 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein  : 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes  ; 
But  in  this  way  methinks  I    ee 

The  track  of  him  who  died  for  me. 

4  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still : 

Through  dangers  thick,  and  helLs  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  within  his  arms. 

G  Then,  0  my  soul,  arise  and  sing  : 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  Friend,  and  King! 
"With  pleasing  smiles,  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  ;-  Press  on,  and  take  the  crown. 

6   "Prove  faithful,  then,  a  few  more  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race, 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain ."' 


356  MISCELLANY. 


482 


7,6. 
The  holy  city. 


'THERE  is  a  holy  city, 
-*-   A  happy  world  above, 
Beyond  the  starry  regions, 

Built  by  the  God  of  love  : 
An  everlasting  temple, 

And  saints  array'd  in  white: 
They  serve  their  great  Redeemer.' 

They  dwell  with  him  in  light. 

2  That  is  no  world  of  trouble, 
The  God  of  peace  is  there, 

He  wipes  away  their  sorrows, 
He  Danishes  their  care  : 

Their  joys  are  still  increasing, 
Their  songs  are  ever  new, 

They  praise  th?  eternal  Father, 
The  Son  and  Spirit  too. 

3  The  meanest  child  of  glory 
Outshines  the  radiant  sun  ; 

But  who  can  speak  the  splendour 

Of  that  eternal  throne, 
Where  Jesus  sits  exalted, 

In  godlike  majesty  ? 
The  elders  fall  before  him, 

The  angels  bend  the  knee. 

4  Long  time  I  was  invited 
To  gain  that  heavenly  rest : 

Grace  made  no  hard  condition, 
'Twas  only  to  be  bless'd ; 

But  earth's  bewitching  pleasures 
Inclined  me  long  to  stay : 

I  sought  her  dreams  and  shadows, 
And  joys  that  pass  away. 


MISCELLANY.  35' 

5  But  now  it  is  ray  purpose 
The  better  way  to  find, 

To  serve  ray  great  Creator, 

And  leave  my  sins  behind : 
In  guilt's  seducing  mazes 

I  will  no  longer  roam  : 
I'll  give  my  soul  to  Jesus, 

"Who  brines  the  ransora'd  home. 


483 


7,6. 

The  beautiful  land. 


rpHERE  is  a  land  immortal— 
■*■    The  beautiful  of  lands  : 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands. 
He  only  can  undo  it. 

And  open  wide  the  door ; 
And  mortals  who  pass  through  it 

Are  mortal  nevermore. 

2  Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 
Thatleadeth  to  the  gate, 

Yet  grace  attends  the  message 
To  souls  that  watch  and  wait, 

And  at  the  time  appointed 
A  messenger  comes  down, 

And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 
From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

3  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 
They're  blessed  in  their  tears  : 

Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 
They  leave  on  earth  their  fears. 

Death  like  an  angel  seeming, 
"  We  welcome  thee  !''  they  cry: 

Their  face  with  glory  gleaming, 
'Tis  life  for  them  to  die. 


358  MISCELLANY. 


484 


7,  8. 
The  land  of  pleasure. 


rpHEItE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

■*■    Where  streams  of  joy  for  ever  roll, 

'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 

A  lamp  has  shone  around  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger, 

But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God: 
Then,  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  keep  the  happy  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmet,  breast-plate,  and  my  shield. 
And  fight  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  gain  the  heavenly  field. 

3  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 
And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before — 

0  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar : 

Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 
And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there : 

From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 
And  to  the  regions  of  despair  ? 

4  The  stream  shall  not  affright  me, 
Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave, 

If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

I'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave. 

His  word  has  calm'd  the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  cheered  the  gloomy  vale: 

0  may  this  Friend  be  with  me 

Wrhen  through  the  gates  of  death  I  saiL 


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5  Then  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 
And  with  thy  weapons  lay  me  low : 

1  soon  shall  reach  that  region 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 
Now,  Christians,  I  must  leave  you 

A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here : 
Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you — 

My  soul  exults — I'm  almost  there. 

6  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll. 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come, 
To  execute  his  vengeance 

And  take  his  ransom'd  people  home. 

AO  X  9,  8. 

TIO^  My  father-land. 

^HERE    is    a  place  where  my  hopes    are 

-*-         stay'd, 

My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there : 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father-land, 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore: 
Come,  favour  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode : 

The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell — 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
Who  suffer'd  and  worshipp'd  with  me: 

Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 


360  MISCELLANY. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 
When  life  and  its  labours  .are  o'er : 

A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 


486 


8,4. 
0  ho ic  he  loves  1 


rrHERE'S  a  Friend  above  all  others: 

■*"         0  how  he  loves  ! 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's : 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
This  day  kind,  the  next  may  grieve  us  ; 
But  this  Friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us: 

0  how  he  loves  ! 

2  Blessed  Jesus  !  wouldst  thou  know  him  ? 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
Give  thyself,  e'en  this  day,  to  him : 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
Though  all  earthly  comforts  leave  thee, 
Though  thy  sins  may  pain  and  grieve  thee. 
Jesus  can  and  will  relieve  thee : 

0  haw  he  loves  ! 

3  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven : 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
Backward  all  thy  foes  be  driven: 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  he'll  provide  thee, 
Naught  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee : 

0  how  he  loves  ! 

4  Let  us  still  this  love  be  viewing: 

0  how  he  loves  ! 
And,  though  faint,  keep  on  pursuing: 
0  how  he  loves  ! 


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He  will  strengthen  each  endeavour  ; 
And,  when  pass'd  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
This  shall  be  our  song  for  ever : 
0  how  he  loves ! 

jqw  0,  G,  6,  6,  8,8. 

J^O  l  The  spiritual  voyage. 

nTHROUGH  tribulation  deep 

-*-    The  way  to  glory  is  : 

This  stormy  course  I  keep 
On  these  tempestuous  seas  : 
By  waves  and  winds  I'm  toss'd  and  driven, 
Freighted  with  grace  and  bound  to  heaven. 

2  Sometimes  temptations  blow 
A  dreadful  hurricane. 

And  high  the  waters  flow, 
And  o'er  my  sides  break  in  ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blustering  winds  and  surging  waves. 

3  'When  I,  in  my  distress, 
My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 

Within  the  promises, 
It  holds  my  vessel  fast : 
Safely  she  then  at  anchor  rides, 
Midst  stormy  blasts  and  swelling  tides. 

4  As,  at  the  time  of  noon, 
My  quadrant,  faith.  I  take, 

To  view  my  Christ,  my  sun, 
If  he  the  clouds  should  break, 
I'm  happy  when  his  face  I  see : 
I  know  then  whereabouts  I  be. 

5  The  Bible  is  my  chart — 
By  it  the  seas  I  know: 

I  cannot  with  it  part — 

It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show: 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass,  too, 
Whose  needle  points  for  ever  true. 


862  MISCELLANY. 

6  I  keep  aloof  from  pride — 
Those  rocks  I  pass  with  care: 

I  studiously  avoid 

The  whirlpool  of  despair  : 
Presumption's  quicksands  too  I  shun — 
Near  them  I  do  not  choose  to  run. 

7  My  vessel  would  be  lost, 
In  spite  of  all  my  care. 

But  that  the  Holy  Ghost 

Himself  vouchsafes  to  steer  ; 
And  1  through  all  my  voyage  will 
Depend  upon  my  Steersman's  skill. 

8  Ere  I  can  reach  heaven's  coast, 
I  must  a  gulf  pass  through, 

Which  fatal  proves  to  most, 
For  all  this  passage  go ; 
But  all  death's  waves  can't  me  o'erwhelm, 
If  God  himself  is  at  the  helm. 

9  "When  through  this  gulf  I  get, 
(Though  rough,  it  is  but  short,) 

The  pilot  angels  meet 
And  bring  me  into  port : 
And  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
I  shall  be  safe  for  evermore. 


488 


L.  M. 

Will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  f 

■'TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
-■-    Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice : 
Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  for  ever  reign  ? 
Say.  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say.  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 


MISCELLANY.  363 

2  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  : 

Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 
Behold,  he's  waiting  at  your  door ! 
Make  now  your  choice  :   0  halt  no  more  : 
Say,  sinner,  say,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

3  Your  sports  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  to  our  celestial  joys, 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear : 
Come,  go  with  us — your  souls  are  dear. 
Why  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on  ? 
Why  madly  plunge  in  sorrow  down? 
Say,  without  Christ  what  can  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no«? 

4  0  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell, 

We  bound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell  ? 
Still,  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  that  burning  day : 
Once  more  we  ask  you,  in  his  name — 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 


489 


11,6. 

The  bower  of  prayer. 


yO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 

"*■         bours  to  part, 

And  go  from  my  home,   it  affects  not  my 

heart, 
Like  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day 
From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen 

to  pray — 
Where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 


364  MISCELLANY. 

2  Sweet  bower  !  where  the  vine  and  the  pop- 

lar are  spread, 
And  wove,  with  their  branches,  a  roof  o'er 

my  head : 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 

prayer!— 
To  nry  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  How  sweet  were    the    zephyrs   perfumed 

with  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine ! 
Yet  sweeter,  0  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer— 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

4  'Tw$s  under  the  covert  of  that  blessed  grove 
That  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  remove — 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 

Of  life  and  salvation,  and  taught  me  to  pray — 
And  taught  me  to  pray. 

5  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  loved  nightin- 

gale, 
That  dwelt  in  my  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell 
To  call  me  to  duty;   and  birds  of  the  air 
Sang    anthems    of    praises,    as   I   went   to 

prayer — 
As  I  went  to  prayer. 

6  And  Jesus  my  Saviour  oft  deign'd  there  to 

meet, 

And  bless  with  his  presence  my  lonely  re- 
treat: 

Oft  fill'd  me  with  rapture  and  peacefulness 
there, 

Inditing    in    heaven's    own    language    my 
prayer- 
Own  language  my  prayer. 


MISCELLANY.  365 

7  Deal  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you 

adieu, 

And  pay  my  devotion   in  parts  which    are 
new — 

Well  knowing  my  Saviour    is   found  every- 
where, 

And    can,    in    all    places,    give    answer    to 
prayer — 
Give  answer  to  prayer. 

8  Although  I  may  never  revisit  your  shade, 
Yet  oft  shall  I  think  on  the  vows  I  there 

made ; 
And,  when  at  a  distance,  my  thoughts  shall 

rep  aii- 
To  the  place  where  my  Saviour  first  answer'd 

my  prayer — 
First  answer'd  my  prayer. 

9  My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  hope  and  my  all, 
Will  guide  and  direct  me  when  on  him  I  call ; 
And  when    I   am    dying,    he'll   be  with  me 

there, 
And    take    me    to    heaven    in    answer    to 
prayer — 
In  answer  to  prayer. 


490 


8,7. 

Sailor's  song. 


HTOSS'D  upon  life's  raging  billow, 
-*-    Sweet  it  is,  0  Lord,  to  know 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  wo : 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

"All,  all's  well  '"  thy  constant  cheer. 


366  MISCELLANY. 

2  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 
Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  red, 

Darkly  though  the  storm-cdoud's  scowling 
O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head — 

Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 
All  its  noise  and  tumult  still, 

Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 
At  the  bidding  of  thy  will. 

3  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 
"While  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye,. 

Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 
Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry; 

And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 
Life's  rough  course  will  soon  be  o'er — 

Safely  moor'd  in  heaven's  wide  haven, 
Storm  and  tempest  vex  no  more. 

4-91  n 

31  u  x  Dei: 

YTADJ  man.  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 

*     Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh  : 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 
0  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect !  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 
Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dark  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence: 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell : 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence — 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care, 

crawling  worms  consume : 
But.  ah!   destruci  n  it  there — 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 


MISCELLANY.  367 

492 


8,  9,  8.  6. 
Victory  song. 


"\T^E'RE  soldiers  of  Immanucl, 
"  »  Who  fight  for  life  and  victory  : 
He  broke  the  power  of  death  and  hell, 
That  we  might  gain  the  day. 

March  on  !  and  ice  shall  gain  the  victory , 
March  on  !    and  ice  shall  gain  the  dag. 

2  Our  cause  is  good,  and  will  be  won, 
The  cause  of  life  and  victory  ; 

The  King  of  glory  leads  us  on. 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

3  The  gospel  banner  is  unfuiTd, 
The  ensign  of  our  victory  : 

'Twill  triumph  till  it  takes  the  world, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

4  Our  weapons  are  divinely  made. 
To  fight  for  life  and  victory  ; 

For  conquest  keen,  and  strong  the  blade, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

5  This  two-edged  weapon  ne'er  deceives, 
If  wielded  right  for  victory  ; 

For  4'  double  are  the  wounds"  it  leaves, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

6  Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  our  ancient  foes, 
And  foes  to  life  and  victory. 

With  desperation  may  oppose, 
But  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

7  The  hosts  of  heaven  are  on  our  side, 
Who  fight  for  life  and  victory  ; 

And  grace  shall  turn  the  battle-tide, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

3   "  Quit  you  like  men."  on  God  rely 
Vou  ficjht  for  life  and  victory: 


368  MISCELLANY. 

"Be  strong,"  and  never  fear  to  die, 
And  you  shall  gain  the  day. 

9  On!   courage!  on,  ye  sons  of  light! 
You  fight  for  life  and  victory  ; 

And  put  the  hosts  of  hell  to  flight, 
And  you  shall  gain  the  day. 

10  The  foe  in  wild  disorder  flies — 
We'll  surely  gain  the  victory ; 

And  shouts  of  triumph  rend  the  skies, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

11  On,  on  !  ye  valiant  souls,  fight  on! 
We  soon  shall  gain  the  victory : 

The  last  hard  battle  will  be  won, 
And  we  shall  gain  the  day. 

12  A  crown  of  glory  is  the  prize, 
A  crown  of  life  and  victory. 

Now  glittering  from  the  bending  skies, 
For  all  who  gain  the  clay. 

*±UO  Will  you  go  ? 

TX^E'RE  travelling  home  to  heaven  abore, 
"  »  Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  f 

To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light, 
Where  perfect  day  excludes  the  night : 
Our  sun  will  there  no  more  go  down, 
In  that  blest  world  of  great  renown, 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone. 


MISCELLANY.  369 

3  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name 
A  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 

The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share. 

4  We're  going  where  tears  will  never  flow, 
And  sorrow  we  no  more  shall  know  ; 
There,  there  the  saints  shall  die  no  more, 
But  live  with  Christ  in  heaven  secure, 
Their  God  and  Saviour  to  adore. 

5  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre : 
There  saints  and  angels  sweetly  sing 
Hosannas  to  their  God  and  King, 

And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

6  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all, 
For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small. 
Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 
With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 

And  now  for  glory  make  a  start. 

7  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain : 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  : 

The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee : 
Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see. 

8  0  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say  : 

/  iciil  go  !  I  will  go  ! 
I'll  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way, 

Let  me  go  !  let  me  go  I 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell: 

Let  me  go!  fare  you  well! 


370  MISCELLANY. 

494  7'6'8- 

\Kifj  \n      ^e  v:orCt  give  up  the  Bible, 
"Y\rE  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 

*  "     God's  holy  book  of  truth, 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth : 
The  lamp  that  sheds  a  glorious  light 

On,  else,  a  dreary  road ! 
The  voice  that  speaks  the  Saviour's  love 

And  leads  us  home  to  God. 

2  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible ; 
But  could  you  force  away 

What  is  as  our  own  life-blood  dear, 

We  still  with  joy  could  say : 
"  The  words   which  we  have  learn'd  while 
young, 

We'll  follow  all  our  days ; 
For  they're  engraven  on  our  hearts, 

And  ye  cannot  erase." 

3  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible : 
We'll  shout  it  far  and  wide, 

Lrntil  the  echo  shall  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide ! 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we,  though  young, 

Withstand  each  treacherous  art; 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 

We'll  never,  never  part ! 

405  10'c<8- 

^OO  All  is  well. 

XT^HAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 

*  *       my  frame, — 

Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital 
flame — 
Is  it  death,  is  it  death  ? 


MISCELLANY.  371 

If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  aTid  sorrow  free, 

1  shall  the  King  of  glory  see, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  my  friends,  weep  not 

for  me. — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
My  sins  are  pardon'd,  pardon'd,  I  am  free, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  mine  eyes  : 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 

3  Tune,    tune  your  harps,   your  harps,   ye 

saints  in  glory, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 

All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come — 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room : 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well  1 

4  Hark,  hark !  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Mas- 

ter calls  me, — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well : 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory — 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu  !   adieu  ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you  : 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view ! 

All  is  well,  all  is  well ! 

6  Hail !  hail !   all  hail !   all  hail,  you  blood- 
washed  throng, 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace  ! 
I've  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 

Saved  by  grace,  saved  by  grace ! 


372  MISCELLANY. 

All — all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
Heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine ! 
0  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb ! 
All  is  well !  All  is  well ! 


496 


10,  6.  8. 
God  is  love. 


WHAT  sound  is  this?  a  song  through  hea- 
ven resounding, 
God  is  love ! 
And  now  from  earth  I  hear  the  song  rebound- 
ing, 

God  is  love ! 
Yes,  while  adoring  hearts  proclaim, 
Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name, 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same, 
God  is  love  ! 

2  This  song  repeat,  repeat,  ye  saints  in  glory, 

God  is  love ! 
And  saints  on  earth  shout  back  the  pleasing 
story, 

God  is  love ! 
In  this  let  earth  and  heaven  agree, 
To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free, 
And  let  the  theme  for  ever  be, 

God  is  love  ! 

3  The  love  of  God  is  now  my  greatest  pleasure, 

God  is  love ! 
And  while  I  live,  I'll  seek  no  other  treasure, 

God  is  love ! 
This  theme  shall  be  my  song  below, 
And  when  to  glory  I  shall  go, 
This  strain  eternally  shall  flow, 

God  is  love ! 


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MISCELLANY.  373 


6,3. 


Wofidrous  love. 


TV* 'HAT  wondrous  love  is  this, 

"  '      0  my  soul ! 
That  caused  the  Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  this  precious  peace 
To  my  soul ! 

2  "When  I  was  sinking  down, 

Sinking  down. 
Beneath  God's  righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown, 

For  my  soul. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs,  fly, 

Bear  the  news : 
Like  comets  through  the  sky, 
Fill  vast  eternity 

With  the  news. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King, 

Join  his  praise  : 
With  hearts  and  voices  sing, 
And  strike  each  tuneful  string, 

In  his  praise. 

5  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb 

I  will  sing : 
Who  is  the  great  I  AM. 
While  millions  join  the  theme, 

I  will  sing. 

6  And  when  from  death  I'm  free, 

I'll  sing  on : 
I'll  sing  and  joyful  be, 
And  through  eternity 

I'll  sing  on  : 


374  -MISCELLANY. 

4-Q8  8'4' 

\K-Ukj  Vain  icorld,  adieu! 

T\^HEX  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 
**  And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise. 
The  sonl  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 
Vain  world,  adieu. 

2  "With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore : 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  crystal  stream — delightful  scene  ! — 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 

Vain  world,  adieu. 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand : 
With  steady  helm  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil: 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 

Glory  to  God ! 

4-9  Q  8'4' 

\sifj  o  Weep  not  for  me. 

YV"HEX  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
*  "  Weep  not  for  me. 

When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fetter d  soul's  releasing, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 


MISCELLANY.  01O 

Christ  is  mine,  he  cannot  fail  me  ; 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes,  though  earth  and  hell  endeavour 
From  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  for  ever. 

Weep  not  for  me. 

•'AA  11,   5. 

O  U  U  Sweet  prayer. 

TT^HEX  torn  is  thy  bosom  by  sorrow  and 
" "       care, 
Be  it  ever   so   simple,   there's    nothing  like 

prayer : 
It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigour  to  hope,   and  puts    passion  in 
chains. 
Prayer,  prayer,  sweet,  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  to  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  When  forced  from  the  friends  we  hold  dear- 

est to  part, 
What  fond  recollections  yet  cling  to  the  heart  : 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyment3 

are  there, 
0  how  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallow'd  by 

prayer. 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's 

arms, 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms — 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare ; 
But,  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  stran- 

gers to  bliss  : 
Heaven  pours  its  full  streams   through   no 

medium  but  this  : 
And  till  we  the  seraphs'  full  ecstasy  share, 
Our   chalice   of   bliss   must   be   guarded   by 

prayer. 


376  MISCELLANY. 

501       „  «'\ 

Give  me  Jesus. 
"TT7"HILE  wandering  to  and  fro, 

*  "     In  this  wide  world  of  wo, 
Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow, 
Give  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus — give  me  Jesus— 
You  mag  have  all  this  world — give  me  Jesus. 

2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
When  pressed  by  grief  I  sigh, 
Still  this  shall  be  my  cry, 

Give  me  Jesus. 

3  When  to  the  mercy-seat 
I  go  my  Lord  to  meet, 

My  heart  shall  still  repeat, 
Give  me  Jesus. 

4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
In  him  will  I  confide, 

And  all  the  storms  outride — 
Give  me  Jesus. 

5  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fail, 
And  foes  my  soul  assail, 

Through  him  I  shall  prevail — 
Give  me  Jesus. 

6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
I'll  shout  as  up  I  soar, 

Give  me  Jesus. 

7  When  at  the  judgment-seat, 
I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet, 

When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  meet, 
Give  me  Jesus. 

8  When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee, 
When  time  shall  cease  to  be, 
Through  all  eternity, 

Give  me  Jesus. 


MISCELLANY.  377 


50 


9. 


The  pilgrim. 

TT^HTTHER  go's!  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
*  *     Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger. 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  f 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me. 
Wandering  o'er  this  waste  so  wide, 

Yet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me. 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  Guide. 

3  Such  a  Guide! — No  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence,  for  thee  my  fears  arise  : 

If  a  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen — but  still,  believe  me, 
Such  a  Guide  my  steps  attends  : 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me. 
He  from  every  harm  defends. 

5  Pilgrim !   see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  : 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

6  No  :   that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend. 

There  to  plunge  will  be  delightful — 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  While  I  gazed — with  speed  surprising, 
Down  the  stream,  she  plunged  from  sight : 

Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising 

Like  an  angel,  clothed  with  light. 


378  MISCELLANY. 


503 


7,  6,  8. 

Storms. 


"YTE  faint  and  weary  travellers, 
-*-    Who  seek  that  peaceful  shore 
Where  never  wave  of  trouble  rolls, 

And  sin  torments  no  more, 
Fond  eyes  of  love  Iook  down  on  you, 

While  toiling  here  below, 
As  you  sweep  through  the  deep, 

Where  the  stormy  winds  do  blow; 
Where  the  fight  of  faith  must  still  be  fought 

And  the  stormy  winds  do  blow. 

2  The  brightest  saints  in  glory 
Your  every  conflict  knew; 

And  the  same  right  arm  that  rescued  them 

Is  stretch'd  to  rescue  you. 
The  cleansing  stream  in  which  they  wash'd 

Their  garments  white  as  snow, 
Runs  as  clear  and  as  near 

As  when  it  first  did  flow — 
When  His  pierced  side  pour'd  forth  the  tide 

Which  mercy  gave  to  flow. 

3  Your  fierce  and  fiery  trials 
Must  still  terrific  burn, 

Till  every  part  of  sin  is  quench'd, 

And  the  Star  of  peace  return : 
Then,  then,  ye  weary  travellers, 

The  streams  of  life  shall  flow, — 
As  they  roll  o'er  the  soul 

The  storm  shall  cease  to  blow; 
And  you  shall  bathe  in  seas  of  love, 

Where  the  gales  of  Eden  blow. 


ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 
rtu  10s- 

vvT  Abide  with  us. 

ABIDE  with  me:  fast  falls  the  eventide; 
The   darkness   deepens;    Lord,  with  me 
abide: 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  0  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day, 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away, 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me. 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour; 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power? 
Who,  like  thyself,  my  guide  and  stay  can  be? 
Through  cloud   and   sunshine,   Lord,   abide 

with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless: 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 

'Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy 
victory? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee; 
In  life,  in  death  0  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

(379) 


380  MISCELLANY. 


50o 


S.  M. 
Pilgrim?  s  Song. 


A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come; 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 

Chorus. — Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day; 
0  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

2  A  few  more  suns  shall  set 

O'er  these  dark  hills  of  time; 
And  we  shall  be  where  suns  are  not, 
A  far  serener  clime. 

3  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 

•i  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

5  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 

Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way ; 
And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

6  Tis  but  a  little  while, 

And  He  shall  come  again 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  hirn  may  reign. 


m 


507 


MISCELLANY.  381 

8s,  peculiar. 
Beautiful  Zion. 

BEAUTIFUL  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city,  that  I  love, 
Beautiful  gates,  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light! — 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains,  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir! 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there ! 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet; 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see ; 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 

9,  4. 
A  Little  While. 

BEYOND  the  smiling  and  the  weeping 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping, 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping, 
I  shall  be  soon. 


382  MISCELLANY. 

Chorus. — Love,  rest,  and  home  ! 
Sweet  hope ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 


2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading 

I  shall  be  soon  : 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading, 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


3  Beyond  the  rising  and  the  setting 

I  shall  be  soon  : 
Beyond  the  calming  and  the  fretting, 
Beyond  remembering  and  forgetting, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


4  Beyond  the  gathering  and  the  strowing 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  ebbing  and  the  flowing, 
Beyond  the  coming  and  the  going, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


5  Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  farewell  and  the  greeting, 
Beyond  this  pulse's  fever-beating, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


6  Beyond  the  frost-chain  and  the  fever 

I  shall  be  soon  ; 
Beyond  the  rock-waste  and  the  river, 
Beyond  the  ever  and  the  never, 

I  shall  be  soon. 


508 


MISCELLANY.  383 

C.  M. 

Calm  me,  my  God. 

CALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 
While  these  hot  breezes  blow ; 
Be  like  the  night-dew's  cooling  balm 
Upon  earth's  fevered  brow. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm ; 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast, 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

3  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm; 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

4  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet  — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street. 

5  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain, 

Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 

Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain. 

6  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame; 
Calm  'mid  the  threat'ning,  taunting  throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

7  Calm  when  the  great  world's  news  with 

power 
My  listening  spirit  stir  : 
Let  not  the  tidings  of  the  hour 
E'er  find  too  fond  an  ear. 


384  MISCELLANY. 

8  Calm  as  the  ray  of  sun  or  star, 
Which  storms  assail  in  vain, 

Moving  unruffled  through  earth's  war, 
Th'  eternal  calm  to  gain. 


509 


7,  6,  iambic. 
The  Heavenly  Country. 

FOR  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country, 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 
Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  0  one,  0  only  mansion ! 
0  paradise  of  joy! 

Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 
And  smiles  have  no  alloy : 

The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 
The  Crucified  thy  praise ; 

His  laud  and  benediction 
Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

3  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 
Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze; 

The  sardius  and  the  topaz 
Unite  in  thee  their  rays; 

Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 
With  amethyst  unpriced; 

The  saints  build  up  its  fabric — 
The  corner-stone  is  Christ. 


MISCELLANY.  385 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean! 
Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day! 

Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

5  0  sweet  and  blessed  country. 
The  home  of  God's  elect! 

0  sweet  and  blessed  country. 

That  eager  hearts  expect! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest  ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest 


510 


H( 


Holy  Angels. 
[OLY  angels,  in  their  flight, 
Traverse  over  earth  and  sky, 
Acts  of  kindness  their  delight, 

AYinged  with  mercy  as  they  fly. 

Chorus: 
Don't  you  hear  them  coming  over  hill  and 

plain, 
Scattering  music  in  their  heavenly  train9 
0  don't  you  hear  the  angels  coming,  singing 

as  they  come  ? 
0  bear  me,  angels,  angels,  bear  me  home ! 

2  Though  their  forms  we  cannol  - 
They  attend  and  guard  our  way, 

Till  we  join  their  company. 

In  the  fields  of  heavenly  day. 
13 


386  MISCELLANY. 

3  Had  we  but  an  angel's  wing, 

And  an  angel's  heart  of  flame, 

0  how  sweetly  would  we  ring 

Through   the  world   the  Saviour's 


4  Yet,  methinks,  if  I  should  die, 
And  become  an  angel,  too, 

I  perhaps  like  them  might  fly, 

And  the  Saviour's  bidding  do. 


511 


6,4. 
Heaven  is  my  Home. 

I'M  but  a  stranger  here, 
Heaven  is  my  home; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Dangers  and  sorrows  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand — 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land, 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempests  rage, 
Heaven  is  my  home; 

Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
And  time's  wild  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  over-past — 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last: 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  Therefore  I  murmur  not, 
Heaven  is  my  home; 

Whate'er  my  earthly  lot, 
Heaven  is  my  home; 


MISCELLANY.  387 

And  I  shall  surely  stand 
There  at  my  Lord's  right  hand; 
Heaven  is  my  Father-land — 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

4  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
I  shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home: 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  love  most  and  best; 
There,  too,  I  soon  shall  rest — 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


512 


8,  7,  peculiar. 
Climbing  up  ZiorCs  Hill. 

I'M  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  Hill, 
For  the  Saviour  whispers,  Love  me , 
Though  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 
Yet  the  stars  are  bright  above  me. 
Then  upward  still,  to  Zion's  Hill, 
To  the  land  of  joy  and  beauty, 
My  path  before  shines  more  and  more, 
As  it  nears  the  golden  city. 

Chorus. — I'm  climbing  up  Zion's  Hill, 
I  'm  climbing  up  Zion's  Hill, 
Climbing,  climbing,  climbing  up  Zion's  Hill. 

2  I  know  I  'm  but  a  little  child, 
My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 

But  then  I  am  the  Saviour's  lamb, 
And  he  will  not  neglect  me : 


388  MISCELLANY. 

Then  all  the  time  I  '11  trv  to  climb 

This  holy  hill  of  Zion," 
For  I  am  sure  the  way  is  pure, 

And  on  it  comes  "no  lion." 

3  Then  come  with  me,  we  '11  upward  go, 
.  And  climb  this  hill  together; 
And  as  we  walk  we  '11  sweetly  talk, 

And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 
Then  mount  up  still  God's  holy  hill, 

Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals, 
Where  raptured  tongues  proclaim   the 
songs 

Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. 


513 


3,7. 
There  is  Rest  for  the  Weary. 


IN  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest: 
There  my  Saviour  's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 

Chorus. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary — 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary — 

There  is  rest  for  you — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming- 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 


MISCELLANY.  389 

3  Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 

But,  in  that  celestial  center, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Death  itself  shall  there  be  vanished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn; 

Shout  for  gladness,  0  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  dawn! 

2,  0  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory — 
it  your  triumphs  as  ye  go; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

Ye  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 


514 


7,  6,  iambic. 
/  want%io  be  an  Angel. 

I  WANT  to  be  an  angel, 
And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  rny  forehead, 
A  harp  within  my  hand: 
There  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 
And  praise  him  day  and  night. 

2  I  never  would  be  weary, 
Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 

Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear; 
But,  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands 

Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

3  I  know  I  'm  weak  and  sinful, 
But  Jesus  will  forgive  ; 


390  xMISCELLAXY. 

For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 

Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish, 
And  lay  me  down  to  die, 

0  send  a  shining  angel 
To  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

4  0  there  I'll  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand; 
And  there  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


olo 


7,  6,  iambic. 
Jerusalem,  the  golden. 

JERUSALEM,  the  golden! 
^  With  milk  and  honey  blest; 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppressed. 

1  know  not,  0  I  know  not 
What  joys  await  us  there; 

What  radiancy  of  glory, 
What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 
All  jubilant  with  song, 

And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 
And  all  the  martyr  throng. 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 
The  daylight  is  serene; 

The  pastures  of  the  bless&d 
Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 


516 


MISCELLANY.  391 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 

The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast. 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 


4  0  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect! 
0  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Thar  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

C.  M. 
He  is  Precious. 


JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  thee 
With  sweetness  fills  the  breast; 
But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  No  voice  can  sing,  no  heart  can  frame 
Nor  can  the  memory  find, 

A  sweeter  sound  than  Jesus'  name, 
The  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  0  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
0  joy  of  all  the  meek, 

To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  an ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek! 


392  MISCELLANY. 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find?  Ah!  this 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show; 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
Kone  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 

In  thee  be  all  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


517 


10,  4,  10,  4,  10,  10. 
Lead  thou  me  on. 


LEAD,  kindly  Light,   amid    th'  encircling 
gloom, 
Lead  thou  me  on; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  thou  me  on. 
Keep  thou  rny  feet;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene :  one  step  's  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  thou  me  on. 
I  loved  the  garish  day ;  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years. 

3  So  long  thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel-faces  smile, 
Which   I  have    loved   long   since,  and    lost 
awhile. 


518 


miscellany.  393 

b,  :. 

Th e  8A  bring  Shore. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

I  not  detain  them  as  they  fly — 

-  hours  of  toil  and  dan 

Ch<: 
For  now  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  c  v 
And,  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
may  almost  discover. 

2  Oar  absent  King  the  watch-  word  _   \ 

"Lei  every  lamp  be  burning;" 

We  look  afar,  across  the  wave. 
Our  distant  home  discerning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  dark  and  cold, 

We  will  not  yield  to  son.' 
For  hope  will  sing,  with  courage  bold, 
"There's  glory  on  the  morrow." 

4  Let  storms  of  woe  in  whiriwh;  Is  ris  -, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever; 
There,  bright  and  joyous  in  the  skies, 
There  is  our  home  forever. 


519 


6,  4,  6,  4,  6,  6,  4. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

VEAEER,  my  God,  tc  thee, 

W  Nearer  to  r. 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cros3 
That  raiseth.  me ; 


394  MISCELLANY. 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Altars  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee. 


MISCELLANY.  395 

Or*\J  Morning. 

NEW  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 


2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 

Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 

New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 


o  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 


4  We  need  not  bid,  for  cloistered  cell, 
Our  neighbor  and  our  work  farewell, 
Nor  strive  to  wind  ourselves  too  high 
For  sinful  men  beneath  the  sky: 

5  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask: 
Room  to  deny  ourselves — a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 


6  Only.  0  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  as  for  perfect  rest  above; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


396  MISCELLANY. 


521 


:      :.  :,  6. 

JVb,  no,  it  is  not  dying. 

\T0,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

Li  To  go  unto  our  God  ; 

This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 

Our  journey  homeward  taking, 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
To  hear  this  gracious  word: 

"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
Forevermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  the  Lord." 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know: 

His  sheep  he  ever  leadeth; 
His  peaceful  flock  he  feedeth. 
Where  living  pastures  grow. 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
To  wear  a  lordly  crown  ; 

Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling, 
Of  him  whose  sway  we  own. 

5  0  no,  this  is  not  dying, 
Thou  Saviour  of  mankind! 

There  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hind'rance  ever  knowing; 
Here  drops  alone  we  find. 

KOO  c- M 

0£J*J  Morning. 

YTOW  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 
-Li   Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 


MISCELLANY.  397 

2  No  sinful  word,  or  deed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

0  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates,  beleaguered  by  the  foe — 
The  gate  of  every  sense. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend, 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 

7,  6,  iambic. 

0  sacred  Head,  once  wounded. 

0  SACRED  Head,  once  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  bowed  down, 

jornfully  surrounded 
With  thorns,  thme  only  crown. 
0  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine ! 
Yes,  though  despised  and  gory, 

1  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered, 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  : 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour: 

:T  is  I  deserve  thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 


328  MISCELLANY. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
Lord  of  my  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  thy  cross  expiring, 

I  'd  breathe  mv  soul  to  thee. 


4  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
0  make  me  thine  forever; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  for  thee. 

5  Be  near  me  when  I  'm  dying, 

0  show  thy  cross  to  me ; 
And  to  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free. 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing 

Dies  safely  through  thy  love. 


524 


S.  M. 
Nearing  the  End, 


ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er: 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 


MISCELLANY.  399 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

"Where  many  mansions  be; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns — 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea ; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 

Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 

Wearing  my  starry  crown; 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus!  to  thee  I  cling: 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 


525 


6,  6,  4. 
The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Father,  who  dost  dwell 
Where  heavenly  bosoms  swell 
Writh  joy  and  love: 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  still ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
Let  all  on  earth  fulfill, 
As  all  above. 

2  0  give  us,  day  by  day, 
Our  daily  bread,  we  pray : 

By  thee  we  live. 
To  us  thy  mercy  send — 
As  pardon  we  extend 
To  those  who  us  offend, 

Our  sins  forgive. 


400  MISCELLANY. 

3  By  no  temptation  may 
We  e'er  be  led  astray — 

Save  us  from  sin. 
The  kingdom  is  thine  own, 
The  power  is  thine  alone, 
The  glory  decks  thy  throne, 

Ever.     Amen. 


L.  M. 

Abide  with  us. 


SUN  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near; 
0  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 

My  weary  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 

Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Thou  Framer  of  the  light  and  dark, 
Steer  through  the  tempest  thine  own  ark  : 
Amid  the  howling  wintry  sea 

We  are  in  port  if  we  have  thee. 

5  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 


MISCELLANY.  401 

6  Watch  by  the  sick ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 


7  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 


The  golden  palace  of  my  God. 

THE  golden  palace  of  my  God 
Towering  above  the  clouds  I  see, 
Beyond  the  cherub's  bright  abode, 

Higher  than  angels'  thoughts  can  be: 
How  can  I  in  those  courts  appear, 

Without  a  wedding-garment  on? 
Conduct  me,  thou  Life-giver,  there, 

Conduct  me  to  thy  glorious  throne; 
And  clothe  me  with  thy  robes  of  light, 
And  lead  me  through  sin's  darksome  night, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 


lis. 
~0      Let  us  pass  over  the  river. 

WHEX  our  work  is  ended,  we  shall  sweetly 
rest, 
'Mid  the  sainted  spirits,  safe  on  Jesus'  breast; 
All  our  trials  over,  we  shall  gladly  sing, 
Grave!  where  is  thyvict'ry?  Death!  where 
is  thy  sting? 


402  MISCELLANY. 

Chorus : 

Though  the  dark  waves  roll  high,  we  will  be 

undismayed: 
11  Let  us  pass  over  the  river,  and  rest  under 

the  shade, 
Rest  under  the  shade,  rest  under  the  shade 

of  the  trees." 

2  Earth  hath  many  sorrows,  but  they  cannot 

last, 
And  our  greatest   troubles  quickly  will   be 

past; 
If  we  look  to  Jesus,  he  will  give  us  strength; 
By  his    grace  we    shall    be    conquerors    at 

length. 

3  When  the  storm  is  over,  sweet  will  be  the 

calm, 
After  life's  long  battle,  bright  the  victor's 

palm ; 
And  the  cross  of  anguish  which  now  weighs 

us  down 
We  '11   exchange   in   heaven   for   a  shining 

crown. 


INDEX. 


PAGI 

Abide  wuh  me:  fast  falls  the  eventide;  H.  V. 

Lyte 

3  shall  roil,  Bohajk 

A  home  in  heaven!  what  a  joyful  thought.  HUN- 
TER  .*...". 

wayfaring  man  of  grief,  Montg^ieey....  14m 

A  stranger  dejected  and  weary,  Cross loO 

a  -    ver  is  the  Lord  our  God.  Lothkb 

by  W.  M.  Bunting 179 

A  twelvemonth  more   has    rolled    around.    A. 

Means 274 

us.  though  they  seem  severe.  Nswi    m 
- 
::e  Lord  of  life  and  light,  Bakbaulp.. 

w  shall  fallen  man  Watts 

Ail  are  indebted  much  to  thee,  Gui:n.  ::.  by 

Co  WPER .*.  131 

All  people  thai  una 89 

All  ye  that  pass  by,  To  Jesus                         Wes- 
ley  " 40 

■  .  L. 

i ,. 271 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have,  Bjkdim  :.:  85 

And  will  the  offended  God  again,  ^tennett 131 

ssisi  :o  sing 99 

.ms  of  glory.  Montgomery..    10 
nd  let  thy  grace,  Merrick 

i  a  pilgrim  on  thy  way -267 

As  bowed  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose.  Sigour* 
Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King.  Bkddomi 

b  did  in  (lays     :       I,  Medley G9 

30S,        —      sleep,  Mackay 217 

Astonished  and  distressed,  Beddome 61 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home.  Tofladi 

aing  to  myself  I  say.  C.  Wesley 

At  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought,  Gf.igo 39 

Attend,  ye  saints,  and  hear  me  tell  Lorexi         w  23 

277 

i,  Merrick 145 

sound,  Ockuh 278 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lavs.  Mkdlkt 107 


404  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes,  Barbauld..  157 
Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  his 
youth,  Hunter 279 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above,  Beers 381 

Begin,    my    tongue,    some    heavenly    theme, 

Watts 19 

Begone,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near,  Newton  165 

Behold  the  sons,  the  heirs  of  God,  Watts 150 

Be  joyful   in  God,  all   ye  lands  of  the  earth, 

Montgomery 90 

Beside  the  gospel  pool,  Newton 74 

Beware  of  Peter's  word,  Cowper 123 

Beyond  the  glittering,  starry  sky,  Fanch ii7 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping  Bonar 381 

Blessed  be  thy  name  forever,  Hogg 259 

Bless'd  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  Watts...  153 
Bless'd  Jesus,  Source   of   grace   divine,   Dod- 
dridge   188 

Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart,  Bar- 

BAULD 139 

Bless'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence,  Watts 75 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed;  Condir 83 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken!  Heber...    83 
..  Brethren,  hear  the  martial  sound,  W.  Hunter..  280 

Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship,  Askins 282 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  Swain 283 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us,  Milman 221 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  to  rest!  Milman 221 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night  Watts 30 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring  Kempeneelt  237 
By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying,  A.  T.  W 284 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm,  Bonar..  383 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God,  Hemans 220 

Can  sinners  hope  for  heaven,  Beddome 56 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow,  Hastings 44 

Christian  soldier,  seize  thy  sword,  Cross 159 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms  Bax- 
ter    245 

Christ,  the  true  anointed  Seer,  C.  Wesley 31 

Come  and  taste,  along  with  me 285 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light,  Beddome    33 
Come,  Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part  Kirke 

White 272 

Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come!  C.  Wesley 231 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  Browne    33 
Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God,  Watts      8 

Come,  heavenly  peace  of  mind,  Raffles 186 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls,  Watts 42 


INDEX.  405 

PAGE 

Coming  through  our  great  High-priest,  C.  Wes- 
ley..:     25 

Come-,  ray  fond,  fluttering  heart.  Taylob 86 

.i,  and  let  us  try,  Hart 

::iV  soul,  thy  suit  prepare,  Nev.ton 

.  Spirit,  from  above,  Doddridge.. ..  188 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice,  Babbaui.ii 42 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain,  Montgomery     39 
Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest,  Btiei 

thfttl   sinners,  come,    haste   to   the 

Saviour 45 

Consummate  Love,  the  list  how  larg^  E.  Yovmq  125 

I,  my  powers  anew,  Steele 1*9 

Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him,  Kelly..  112 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know 154 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert  A.  Campbell 2:6 

e  rny  heart  to  all  below,  Watts 119 

shall  not  destroy  rny  comfort 287 

Delay  not,  delay  nor,  O  "sinner,  draw  near.  Ii 

EKGfl * r 

I  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove;   Wai  n  23S 

Draw  nigh  to  the  Holy  MacKellar 

Draw  nigh  to  us,  Jehovah 28  I 

Qg  souls,  no  longer  grieve,  Hastings  ... 
Down  from  the  willow-bo  \;_    .  Mrs.  fi  .  .  ikey SI 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress.  Toplady    7r> 

Encouraged  by  thy  word.  Nbwtob 2  0 

Ere  I  sleep,  for  every  favor  Cenni  k _  • 

Er-  the  blue  heavens  were  stretch-  d 

Watts 8 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess.  Watts 32 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand,  Steele 211 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss.  Turner  117 
Far  above  von  glorious  ceiling  Boden  and  Wil- 

> -  _ 

Farewen,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone.  -  - 

Farewell,  mv  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand, 

Cleland.." 

Fast  flow,  my  tears :  the  cause  is  great :  Shirley    hi 

Father,  1  know  that  all  my  life  Waring 171 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see  Watts 

Father  in  heaven,  as  now  the  day  Hbmama 

Father  of  our  feeble  race,  J.  Taylor 139 

Father,  thv  will,  not  mine,  be  done:  M    N  :       :- 

ERY 148 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  Steele 148 

..  who,  in  the  olive-shade,  Kemans 163 


406  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Father,  whose  everlasting  love  C.  Wesley 7 

Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark,  Hemans 178 

Flung  to  the  heedless  winds.  Geriiardt 202 

Forever  with  the  Lord. Montgomery 249 

Forever  with  the  Lord, Montgomery 250 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dearcountrv,  Bernard,  tr.  by 

Nbalb * 384 

Fount  of  everlasting  love,  Ray  Palmer 191 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns,  Browne 266 

From  Egypt's  bondage  come,  Kelly 232 

-From  every  earthly  pleasure,  Eliel  Davis 233 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  Stowell..  172 
From  lowest  depths  of  woe  Brady  and  Tate....  67 
From  whence  does  the  union  arise.  Baldwin...  294 
Full  of  trembling  expectation,  C.  Wesley 76 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 170 

Glory  to  God,  the  Father,  Son,  T.  O.  Summers..  273 

Glory  to  God  on  high!  Allen 114 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise,  Watts 150 

God  is  my  strong  salvation,  Montgomery 176 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace!  John  Taylor 61 

God  of  the  morning,  atVhose  voice  Watts 255 

God  that  madest  earth  and  heaven,  Heber 259 

Go  thou,  in  life's  fair  morning 46 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane.  Montgomery 163 

Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child;  Sigourney 220 

Go  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 53 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth,  Simpson 251 

Gracious  Lord,  incline  thine  ear,  Hammond 76 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 227 

Green  pastures  and  clear  streams,  Montgomery  176 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  Watts..  128 

Hail,  everlasting  Spring !  Doddridge 20 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  !  Wingrove 130 

Flail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds  Sutton...  295 

Hail,  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow 296 

Happy  man,  whom  God  doth  aid!  C.  Wesley...  100 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign,  Watts....  128 
Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds.  Mkdley  297 
Hark!  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices  Kelly...  112 
Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercv  J.  Evans...     17 

Hark!  to  the  solemn  bell,  Mrs.  Gray 219 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices,  Cawood...     12 

Heal  us,  Immanuel:  here  we  are,  Cowper 73 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 298 

He  knelt,  the  Saviour  knelt  and  prayed,  Hemans     15 

He  lives!  the  great  Redeemer  lives!  Steele 25 

Heralds  of  creation,  cry,   Montgomery 91 


INDEX.  407 

PAGE 

Here  will  I  ever  lie,  C.  Wesley SI 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light  Raffles 240 

Hither,  ye  faithful,  adoring,  triumphant,  T.  O. 

Summers 7 11 

Hither,  ye   faithful,  haste  with   songs   of  tri- 
umph.*     11 

Holy  angels,  in  their  flight 

Holy  Bible,  book  divined  Burton 

Honor  and  happiness  unite  Cowper 155 

How  bless'd  the  righteous  are.  Newton 212 

How  bless'd  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  Barbauld  137 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn  Hastings 22 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop  Watts 129 

How  happy  are  the  new-born  race,  Guion,  tr.  by 

Cowper." '..  124 

How  happy  is  he  born  and  taught,  Sir  H.  Wot- 

TOH ., 149 

How  happy  the  sorrowful  man.  C.  Wesley 164 

How  long  shall  Death,  the  tyrant,  reign.  Watts  225 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began  Heeer...     64 

How  lost  was  my  condition.  Newton 36 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection....  299 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see  Watts 138 

How  -weet.  how  heavenly  is  the  sigh:.  Swain. ..  II  5 

How  sweet  is  the  cordial* of  love-... 300 

How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  jovs  that  awair  me 

W.  C.  Tillou 301 

How  swiftly  the  years  of  our  pilgrimage  flv.  A. 

Means...: 302 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls  Doddridge 209 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor,  Nswtoh 6S 

I  dearly  love  a  little  child.  Mrs.  Dana 268 

I  have  fought  the  good  fight,  I  have  finished  my 

race,  W aterbur y .'    303 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far.  Kelly 143 

I  hear  thee  speak  of  the  better  land.  Hemans...  269 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives:  Medley 120 

I  leave  thee  not.  thou  art  my  Jesus  ever.  Dsss- 

ler.  tr.  by  J.  W.  Alexander 

I  leave  the  world  with  willing  feet,  Collyee 85 

L  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light,  Montgomery..    62 

I  long  to  see  the  season  come 308 

[  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word:  Watts 255 

[  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  storv  of  old, 

Mrs.  Luke 26S 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did.  Cowper 127 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away:  Watts 119 

[  soon  shall  accomplish  my  race.  Collyer 246 

I  want  to  be  an  angel.  Miss  II.  Whittf.more 389 


408  INDEX. 

PAGE 

I  was  a  groveling  creature  once,  Cowpee 120 

If  I  in  thy  likeness,  O  Lord,  may  awake 305 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not. 

thy  heart,  F.  S.  Key 306 

If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where  Cobmn 307 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger 30;) 

I'm  but  a  stranger  here,  Taylor 38G 

I  'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die 309 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  Watts 122 

I  "m  trying  to  climb  up  Zion's  Hill 387 

I'm  weary  of  straying,  O  fain  would  I  rest  C. 

York 310 

In  a  land  of  strange  delight,  Montgomery 262 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  Ryland 87 

Infinite  Power,  eternal  Lord,  Watts 183 

In  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God   I  '11  repair,  J. 

Price 311 

In  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid,  Hawkeswoeth..  256 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 388 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory,  Bowring lio 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation,  S.  Pearce 312 

In  vain  we  seek  for  peace  with  God  Watts 18 

Is  this  the  kind  return?  Watts 185 

It. is  just  at  day's  departing 313 

It  is  the  Lord, 'enthroned  in  light,  Greene 116 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home!  O  how  I  Ions 314 

Jerusalem,  the  golden!  Bernard,  tr.  by  Neale  3P0 

Jesus,  full  of  alTcompassion,  Turner..*. 78 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be  Beddome 142 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee  E.  Caswell 391 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move,  Hunter 314 

Just  as* I  am — without  one  plea,  Elliott so 

Laborers  of  Christ,  arise,  Sigourney 112 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 

J.  H.  Nbwmah..... 392 

Lead  us,  Heavenly  Father,  lead  us,  Edmeston..  160 
Let  all  men  rejoice,  by  Jesus  restored,  C.  Wes- 
ley   104 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing,  H.  S.  Wash- 

burne.*. 103 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking,  Montgomery...  248 
Let  the  elders  praise  the  Lord,  Montgomery....  91 
Let  those  who  bear  the  Christian  Dame,  Watts  149 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour 315 

Life  is* the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  Watts 54 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends 316 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling  C.  Wesley  72 
Listed  into  the  cause  of  sin,  C.  Wesley 317 


INDEX.  409 

PAG* 

Lo!  at  my  door  gaunt  Death  1  spy:   Zwingub...  207 

Lo !  the  stone  is  rolled  away  ;  Thomas S 

Long  plunged  in  sorrow,  I  resign  Guion,  tr.  by 

Cowpxb... *.  167 

Look  up  to  heaven,  th'  industrious  sun  Woans- 

worth 237 

Look  up.  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes  Neepham-     92 

Lord,  and'am  I  yet  alive,  C.  Wesley 107 

Lord,  forever  at  thy  side  Montgomery 122 

Lord,  let  thy  kingdom  come: 2  ■■:< 

Lord  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair.  Turner 191 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might,  Heber B4 

Lord  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise  Steele 256 

Lord,  when  together. here  we  meet,  Maxwell...  313 
.  when  thy  day  of  dread  account  Hannah 

,. .* 256 

Lord,  with  glowing  hear:,  I'd  praise  thee  Key  108 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured.  Hart 15 

Mary  to  her  Saviour's  tomb  Newton 168 

Meet  and  right  it  is  to  praise,  C.  Wesley 100 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David:   Newton 

...  at  thy  glad  approach,  Bruce 202 

Mid   scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
plaints. Dedham 319 

Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free  Watts 75 

Mistaken  souls:  that  dream  of  heaven.  Watts  118 

Morn  of  Zion's  glory _    I 

.'reveal  C.  Wesley 147 

Mast  Simon  bear  the  cross  alone,  Shepherd 

My  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call _. 

My  days  are  gliding'swiftly  by.  Nelson 393 

My  days,  my~weeksi   my  months,  my  years, 

Geet.se....: '. !...* 209 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee,  Ray  Palmer 79 

My  faith  shall  triumph  o*er  the  grave,  Watts..  226 

My  Father  God,  behold  me  whole,  Zwingle 267 

My  former  hopes  are  fled.  Cowper 63 

I,  all  nature  owns  thy  sway:  William 

I,  I  love  and  I  adore,  Watts 93 

:.  permit  me  not  to  be  Watts 252 

My  Go  1.  thy  boundless  love  we  praise:  PI.  More  106 

:ou*s  Redeemer  I  love.  Francis 135 

My  heart  and  voice  I  raise  Rhodes 28 

My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here,  Lyte  320 

My  son.  know  thou  the  Lord.  Prackenbtry 46 

My  son!  before  thee  prostrate  lies,  J.  Wesley..  187 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard.  Heath.! 158 

My  times  of  sorr6w~and  of  joy,  Beddome 147 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  Miss  Adams 303 


410  INDEX. 

PAGE 

New  every  morning  is  the  love  Keble 395 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying  (tr.  from  the  German)...  396 

Now  be  the  gospel"  banner  Hastings 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood,  Watts 47 

Now  is  the  accepted  time  Dobell 45 

Now  let  a  true  ambition  rise,  Doddridge 48 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime,  Gibbon-       2  _ 
Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright  (Mediaeval)  396 

O  come,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord,  Montgomery...    88 

O  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 324 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  Watts 2G 

O  for  the  death  of  those  Montgomery 213 

O  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn 325 

O  God  of  Abram,  by  whose  hand  Logan 171 

O  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high,  Watts 125  • 

O  how  charming,  O  how  charming 323 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, "Needham 193 

O  how  I  have  longed  for  thy  coming,  O  Lord...  326 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine 327 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit 328 

0  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh :  G.  M.,  Bap.  Mag.  329 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee,  J.  Ryland 133 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfill,  Cowper 145 

O  Lord,  turn  not  thy  face  away  John  Murdley..    65 

O  man  immortal,  shun  the  doom  A.  Means 50 

O  sacred  Head,  once  wounded,  Paul  Gerhardt  397 
0  Bay,  can  you  see  by  the  truth's  holv  light, 

Cooke 329 

O  sing  to  me  of  heaven,  Mrs.  Dana 331 

O  thai  I  knew  the  secret  place  Watts 66 

O  that  the  Lord's  salvation  Lyte 198 

O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried,  Gvion,  tr.  bv 

Cowper ..  132 

O  thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows.  Haweis  169 
O  thou,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  de- 
light,'Swain 332 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears  Steele 70 

O  thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  pre- 
sides, Dr.  S.  Johnson 72 

O  throw  away  thy  rod,  Herbert 169 

O  turn  ye,  O'turn  ye!  for  why  will  ye  die 334 

O  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  lade  Knowles 244 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 335 

O  where  is  now  that  glowing  love  Kelly 181 

O  Zion,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave,  James 

Grant 162 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice,  Doddridge 193 

Object  of  my  first  desire.  Toplady 126 

Of  all  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows,  Cowper 116 


INDEX.  411 

PAGE 

Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll,  Newton 396 

Oh!  no,  we  cannot  sing  the  song  Thomason 186 

Once  upon  the  heaving  ocean,  Mrs.  Dana 179 

■•eetly  solemn  though:  Carey 

One  there  is,  above  all  others,  Newton 129 

S     d,  his  most  holy  mount,  Gibeons 37 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands,  Collyee 13 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing.  Kelly 192 

Our  bles  mer,  ere  he  breathed  Lyte...     32 

Our  bondage,  it  shall  end  by  and  by 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground,  Basbai 
Our  Father  "in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name :  Mrs. 

Hale .* 172 

Our  Father,  who  dost  dwell  T.  I      - 

Our  joy  is  a  created  good,  C.  Wesley 166 

Palms  of  glory,  raiment  bright,  Montgomery...  239 
Part  in  peace  Adams..  272 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose   plaintive    moan 

.Shirley 44 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin,  Craebe 4  ; 

Poor,  wildered,  weeping  heart 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise,  Barbauld 105 

Praise  to  thy  name,  eternal  God.  Doddridge....  184 

Precious  Bible,  what  a  treasure  Newi  .  ■  

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet,  Stennett 80 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye :  Dod- 
dridge ..S. r. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  ng, 

_ 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord,  Watts & 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  Fawgbr 152 

Remember,  sinful  youth 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home 

Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord,  Watts 

-  m  of  glory,  rise,  Bueder 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean!   Edmeston 196 

Saints,  at  your  Heavenly  Father's  word.  Wai 

Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  thee.  Grant 7" 

Saviour,  when  night  involves  the  skies,  Gis- 

WBira _ 

Saviour,  saw  ve  my  Saviour,  Y.  T. 

Peyton .' 

Say  now,  ye  lovely  social  band,  A.  Campbell 

Say.  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  Hyde 

how  time  steal?  on: :- 

See  how  the  Scriptures  are  fulfilling: 342 


412  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate,  H.  U.  Onder- 

donk.." 52 

See,  the  gospel  ship  is  sailing 343 

See  the  Lord  of  glory  dying 344 

Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  ybur  friend's  early  bier, 

Mrs.  Dana 346 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God 340 

Since  o'er  thy  footstool  here  below   Muhlen- 
berg      98 

Sing  praise,  the  tomb  is  void 24 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand  Montgom- 
ery   114 

Sin  has  a  thousand  treacherous  arts,  Watts 50 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure?  Newton 58 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep,  H.  U.  On- 

derdonk 52 

Sinner,  come,  mid  thy  gloom 346 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,  S.  F.  Smith..  347 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day  Doane 260 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise!  Waterbury 348 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises  Cowper 190 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang,  Montgomery..  113 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad!  Kelly 195 

Source  of  light  and  life  divine,  St.  Gregory 260 

Spirit,  leave  thy  house  of  clay:  Montgomery...  223 
Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold  Montgomery  200 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears,  Watts  158 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  Newton 58 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies ;  Steele    16 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear,  Keble 400 

Sweet  glories   rush    upon    my   sight,    Junius, 

Evangel.  Mag.,  1798 240 

Sweetly  the  tuneful  bird  of  night  Mrs.  Dana 261 

Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly  guest,  He- 

ginbotham 144 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love 349 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt  Newton 181 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 102 

Swift  as  the  arrow  cuts  its  way  Clark 212 

Take  comfort,  Christians,  when  your  friends 

Bruce , 218 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sung 244 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high,"CowrER  TCI 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies,  Moore 234 

The  chariot,  the  chariot !  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 

Milman 228 

The  daylight  fades:   T.  O.  Summers 263 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day,  Roscommon  230 
The  giddy  world,  with  flattering  tongue,  Dwight  137 


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The  glorious  universe  around,  Montgomery 136 

The  God  of  harves:  v 104 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace  Montgomery...    94 
The  golden  palace  of  my  God  (from  the  Greek 

Church),  tr.  by  Bowsing 

The  leaves  around  me  falling  Lytf. 210 

The  light  of  Sabbath  eve  Edmeston 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 349 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know: 

Montgomery 174 

id  my  Shepherd  is,  Conder 175 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all,  Kirke  White     97 
The  Lord  shall  come!  the  earth  shall  quake, 

Heber 

The  Lord  shall  soon  his  Zion  raise.    C.  Wesley  192 
The  Lord  "s  my  Shepherd :  I  "11  not  want :  Re  us  11 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding  Muhlenberg 

The  morning  bright.  T.  0.  Summers -  . 

The  morning  light  is  breaking,  S.  F.  Smith 

The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet  Hon 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined,  J.  Mor- 
rison  r. 13 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning i    I 

The  rush  may  rise  where  waters  flow.  - 

The  Saviour!  O  what  endless  charms  Steele...     20 

r!  what  a  noble  flame  Cowper 14 

The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove  Watts 144 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears.  Watts 18 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  i{  Escape  to  the 

mountain!"  Burdsall 41 

The  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind  Bedl 

The  wondrous  love  of  Jesus 

The  world  their  fancied  pearl  may  crave 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep,  M-  ntgom- 

ery 214 

There  is  a  happy  land,  A.  Young Z'A 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies 

There  is  a  holy  city,  Baxter 

There  is  a  land  immortal— MacKellar 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure 

is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest  Tappan 241 

■is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  staved, 

Hunter 

-eems  a  voice  in  every  gale.  Mrs.  Opie...     97 

There's  a  Friend  above  all  others:  Nunh 360 

Th^y  must  be  as  the  troubled  sea.  C.  Wesley...     51 

Think,  O  ye  who  fondly  languish  Collyer 816 

-  the  word  of  truth  and  loae,  Watts 35 

laee  is  holy  ground:  Montgomery __ 

•rid  is  all'a  fleeting  show,  Moore 242 


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This  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore 243 

This  world  \s  not  all  a  fleeting  show 242 

Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light  Moore 95 

Thou  art  the  way ;  to  thee  alone  Doane 29 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb,  Cennick....  Ill 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart,  Steele 133 

Thou  whose  Almighty  word  Marriott 200 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below  Newton..  48 
Thousands,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day  Montgomery  266 
Through   sorrow's   night,  and  danger's   path, 

Kirke  White 224 

Through  tribulation  deep 361 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord,  Watts 201 

Time  is  winging  us  away  J.  Burton 208 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joysr  to  come,  Watts 116 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 362 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 273 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  T.  O.  Summers 273 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son 273 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  from  neighbors 

to  part 363 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow,  Bethuxe 365 

To  the  cross  where  Jesus  died,  Collyer 81 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour,  Haweis 110 

To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go 121 

Tremble,  ye  families  profane,  C.  Wesley 251 

Up  to  thee,  almighty  Father 103 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear— Hart 366 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 87 

We  're  soldiers  of  Immanuel,  Pitts 367 

We're  traveling  home   to   heaven    above,    R. 

Jukes 308 

We  shall  meet,  no  more  to  part,  Mrs.  Dana 271 

Wo  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest,  Mills 241 

•  We  won't  give  up  the  Bible  Whittemore 370 

What  are  those  in  bright  array  ?  Moxtgomery..  23S 
What  is  the  world?  a  wildering  maze,  MONT- 
GOMERY     199 

What  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears?  Stogdon  71 
What  seraph-like   music   steals  over  the   sea, 

Mrs.  Dana 247 

What' 8  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my 

frame?  R.  Jukes 370 

What  sound  is  this?  a  song  through  heaven  re- 
sounding  «. 372 

What  wondrouslove  is  this? 373 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life,  Collyer...  21." 


INDEX.  415 

PAGE 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind,  Cow- 

per 177 

Whene'er  my  heart  is  broken,  Reed 101 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 374 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong,  Watts....  226 
When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still,  Campbell  9 
When  our  work  is  ended,  we  shall  sweetly  rest, 

Kate  Cameron 401 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing  Edmeston 204 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 271 

When  shall  we  meet  again?  A.  A.  Watts 270 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is 

gone 55 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning,  T.  Dale 374 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose,  Edmeston..  264 
When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 

Lady  Huntingdon. 229 

When  torn  is  thy  bosom  by  sorrow  and  care, 

Miss  Ltjtton.... 375 

When  with  my  mind  devoutly  pressed,  Browne  109 
Where  are  the  dead?  in  heaven  or  hell  Mont- 
gomery   207 

While  mercy  invites  you,  while  Jesus  is  near...     57 

While  wandering  to  and  fro,  Hunter 376 

Whither  go'st  thou,  pilgrim  stranger 377 

Who.  O  Lord,  when  life  is  o'er.  Merrick 214 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee.  Watts 182 

Why  lame'nt  the  Christian  dying?  Hastings 217 

Why  should  I  fear  the  darkest  hour,  Newton...  166 
Why  should   our  mourning    thoughts   delight 

Doddridge 34 

With  kind  compassion  hear  my  cry,  Parnell..  84 
World,  adieu,  thou  real  cheat,  J.  Wesley 126 

Ve   angels  who   stand  round  the   throne,   De 

Fleury 236 

i'e  dying  sons  of  men,  Boden 38 

Ye  faint  and  weary  travelers 378 

i'e  glittering  toys'of  earth,  adieu!  Steele 134 

Yes,  my  native 'land,  I  love  thee,  S.  F.  Smith...  196 

Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame  Newton...  151 
Zion,  the  marvelous  story  be'telling,  Muhlen- 
berg  , ... 205 


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